Something to chief to, something to chief to, yo smoked out
Chiefin on a blunt, smellin like- smoked out
Sit back, relax, and chill and meditate smoked out
Rolling in my city, making cheese, feeling straight- smoked out
Something to chief to, something to chief to smoked out
Chiefin on a blunt, smellin like- smoked out
Sit back, relax, and chill and meditate smoked out
Rolling in my city, making cheese-
Ayy smoked-
Its that North North player
Boy, these pills aint no Bayer
And this weed like an onion, you can smell it in the air
Cut Throat Van Gogh, licky the picture painter
My hoe want me to save her, but at best I might betray her
I was never one to fit in, why would I bring a kid in?
This world fucked up and hard enough to just exist in
Riding around with that Glock, thinking should I blow my tizzop?
One last way to ball, kill myself while getting mizzouth
Something to chief to, something to chief to smoked out
Chiefin on a blunt, smellin like smoked out
Sit back, relax, and chill and meditate smoked out
Rolling in my city, making cheese, feeling straight smoked out
crim is fuckin sober, but I smoke enough weed for the both of us
Honey games, my lungs are stained, must numb my brain, I cant focus
Suppressin my emotions, turn em into concrete
Let em sink to the bottom of the ocean
Matter fact, Ill turn em into raw meat, let the sharks eat
Gut the gar please, I need to smoke, fuck, again Im losing focus
Hit the weed, so I can go to sleep, I hate having dreams
Theyre always fucked up and I wake up trying to breathe
Something to chief to, something to chief to smoked out
Chiefin on a blunt, smellin like smoked out
Sit back, relax, and chill and meditate smoked out
Rolling in my city, making cheese, feeling straight smoked out