To Rate(Intro)
Yeah man, I don't know why
I'm smoking at 4 in the morning
I'ma do that shit anyway
Stop playin' with me (It's Rein)
Shh, man
Uh, yeah, aye
(Verse 1) - Adas
That was back in the day, man
They be playin' games in this American Wasteland
Fakie off the curb, told me stay in your place, man
Couldn't care less, got a pep in my step, dog
Pearly whites out, I be bitin' them heads off
Don't let the truth spill, don't let the feds talk
Got my shades on, and I bought 'em at a Salvation Army
So you already know my 'ma pissed off, like (Yeah)
Making commas with your baby mommas, yeah
All this daily drama could be very harmful, uh
I can try and help, its the greatest honor
Like, oh that's very generous and very
Thoughtful of you
As I hop in the boof
As we finish the blunt
Right on top of the roof with it
They thought it's abuse
The way I'm shitting on this mic, it's often confusing
What I'm capable of
And that's what I'm gonna do
Don't tell me what I am, as if it's been assumed
Cause I know what I is
And you know what you're doin'
And fuck what you can consume
Got a couple fine shorties
That's a bunch of poon, that's a
(Verse 2) - DTB
Yeah, I like to wake and bake
Break it down
Two papers, ground it up
I get some headaches when I'm smoking too early
I might take a leave
No ground beef, I'ma smoke in the ring
Cause when I chief, just to achieve
Niggas talking all that shit, but grab on your knees
New clean clothes, get the baddest of the bitches
And then she shakin' like keys
You was talking to me?
Well, it seems what it seems
Got some new clean clothes, fresh out the dryer
Pussy nigga talkin' crazy, drop him in a fryer
Shorty said she kinda moist, she another geyser
Get weed from the locals, we in E-Town
Ridin' round town, windows down
Said that I'm high, really space bound
Grabbed another ounce
Then I rolled that to the face, same old same
I can't really fuck with you because
I heard you're so lame, who's to blame
Cause you never get laid
I want some faces in my pocket
I'm just used to gettin' paid
Niggas always talkin', I don't (Aye)
(Hook) - Adas
That was back in the day, man
They be playin' games in this American Wasteland
Fakie off the curb, told me stay in your place, man
Couldn't care less, got a pep in my step
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