[Verse: Malik Martin]
Yeah bitch, I'm in the sky right now
You only live once, wanna die right now
Breathe in dreams, reality I exhale
I'm fresh to death, my life a living hell
South Memphis where I dwell
Young black males thrown in jail
Get it how you live, shit I'm throwing it on the scale
If I ain't got it then I know who got it up for sell
Well, nigga if I'm out here I'm never going to tell
I seen a lot of deaths, attend a lot of funerals
To make the pain ease, THC is the smell
Reaching in my pockets, pulling it out a baggy
Tear through the plastic, smile cause I'm happy
I got a fat sack of trees to blow your cap back
An F5 tornado, only thing that could top that
High as Abe Lincoln, chillin' in a top hat
Take your girl, fuck her once then give your broad back
Make a song about it, like yeah nigga top that
Malik Martin killin' them, [white a-7, on all tracks?]
Bamboo Zig-Zag's is my choice of papers
[?] [?] [?] White Owl [?] grape is the flavor
My heart like an onion, bitch, I got so many layers
Puffing on that loud shit, you smell it over there
Don't listen to niggas in suits no more
You niggas wear suits cause you niggas is hoes
You can keep your loafers, man, I got my Chuck Taylors
Keep your two cents, flicking ashes on the haters
Yoda colored kush, where the fuck my light saber
Keep your loafers, man, I got my Chuck Taylors
Keep your two cents, flicking ashes on the haters
Yoda colored kush, where the fuck my light saber
[Verse 2: Qz]
See, this is where my mind dwells
If there's a heaven or hell, only time will tell
Meanwhile from my shirt, don't you love the smell
I call that shit, cologne of su'-sess
Bath my thoughts in your florescent scent
Cloud twelve, bitch, that's what I represent
Until I'm under a tent, buried
These fake niggas lying, and these bitch niggas scary
I'm on a quest to be legendary it seems
Let my ambition empower my dreams
At heart, I know you weak-mind niggas ain't ready
So I have to fork feed you niggas spaghetti
Pace myself with my words, analyze nouns and verbs
Smoke mountains of herbs, yeah, I'm high as a bird
It's absurd, how you niggas placing hate towards my team
But fuck a hater, we'll build our own dreams
Yeah bitch, I'm in the sky right now
You only live once, wanna die right now
Breathe in dreams, reality I exhale
I'm fresh to death, my life a living hell
South Memphis where I dwell
Young black males thrown in jail
Get it how you live, shit I'm throwing it on the scale
If I ain't got it then I know who got it up for sell
Well, nigga if I'm out here I'm never going to tell
I seen a lot of deaths, attend a lot of funerals
To make the pain ease, THC is the smell
Reaching in my pockets, pulling it out a baggy
Tear through the plastic, smile cause I'm happy
I got a fat sack of trees to blow your cap back
An F5 tornado, only thing that could top that
High as Abe Lincoln, chillin' in a top hat
Take your girl, fuck her once then give your broad back
Make a song about it, like yeah nigga top that
Malik Martin killin' them, [white a-7, on all tracks?]
Bamboo Zig-Zag's is my choice of papers
[?] [?] [?] White Owl [?] grape is the flavor
My heart like an onion, bitch, I got so many layers
Puffing on that loud shit, you smell it over there
Don't listen to niggas in suits no more
You niggas wear suits cause you niggas is hoes
You can keep your loafers, man, I got my Chuck Taylors
Keep your two cents, flicking ashes on the haters
Yoda colored kush, where the fuck my light saber
Keep your loafers, man, I got my Chuck Taylors
Keep your two cents, flicking ashes on the haters
Yoda colored kush, where the fuck my light saber
[Verse 2: Qz]
See, this is where my mind dwells
If there's a heaven or hell, only time will tell
Meanwhile from my shirt, don't you love the smell
I call that shit, cologne of su'-sess
Bath my thoughts in your florescent scent
Cloud twelve, bitch, that's what I represent
Until I'm under a tent, buried
These fake niggas lying, and these bitch niggas scary
I'm on a quest to be legendary it seems
Let my ambition empower my dreams
At heart, I know you weak-mind niggas ain't ready
So I have to fork feed you niggas spaghetti
Pace myself with my words, analyze nouns and verbs
Smoke mountains of herbs, yeah, I'm high as a bird
It's absurd, how you niggas placing hate towards my team
But fuck a hater, we'll build our own dreams
( MALIK MARTIN )
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