Like my blunt
How I like that stuff
Light that up
Write that
Right there
Get me high
Oh fuck
I’m not
I’m running out of things to front
I lusted after leased the bud
I must’ve acted weak this month
I punched my last receipt to stunt
I lucked out lacked a need to jump
My plug collapsed the plead for bucks
He ducked a jab police had struck
I snuck him passed in my gm trunk
So he didn’t get bagged now we straight 
And on top of that
Was a proper bag
That we promptly
Smoked to the face
I’m a
Big shooter?
Dope commuter?
No sir
I’m rather close
To it though
Right clothes
No fur
Icе cold
Might blow herb
But not the type to burnout
This thе shit you wish you learned ‘bout
In your high school
Turned out feisty though
Nice on the mic
Not polite when I fight
Not a bitch either
No heater bro
Peter go 
Off if I’m slicing the beat or
Get accosted when crossing the street or
Bossiness leaks off the beaks
Of the opulent freaks who can speak more
Than us
Till my more organs turn to dust
And even after
I will be heeded
Actually fuck it
Keep your nasty feelings
I’mma be shattering ceilings
You can’t get scraps from my dealings
I’mma get racks from my healing
I don’t need packs for either
I won’t sit back when appealing
Looking at all of the numbers
I don’t need that: to conceal it
That or for any other reason
Anyone else wanna see it?
Fuck that no bust back
Can’t trust that I’m leaving
You wanna tuck that
Big bad bucking
In a SnapBack
Can’t see it
I’m a
Big shooter?
Dope commuter?
No sir
I’m rather close
To it though
Right clothes
No fur
Ice cold
Might blow herb
But not the type to burnout
This the shit you wish you learned ‘bout
In your high school
[Verse 3]
But it turns out
Too many wrong turns
Has earned you
An urn now
Sucks how it turned out
I had to stick around for the turnout
Ain’t no more dicking around now
You clown how’s that sound
I found that pound damn near drowned wow
Down for what’s bound
Down for what’s bound
Wreck the project
Check off the objective
A relic I am in my head
Irrelevant to them
Oh well I’m mellow
Why wallow
Instead I’m confident truly
I send continent sized rockets
I put my set on my hands
I twist em hock you a loogie
Missed em I got me a toolie gun
Issues get duly done
How I like that stuff
Light that up
Write that
Right there
Get me high
Oh fuck
I’m not
I’m running out of things to front
I lusted after leased the bud
I must’ve acted weak this month
I punched my last receipt to stunt
I lucked out lacked a need to jump
My plug collapsed the plead for bucks
He ducked a jab police had struck
I snuck him passed in my gm trunk
So he didn’t get bagged now we straight 
And on top of that
Was a proper bag
That we promptly
Smoked to the face
I’m a
Big shooter?
Dope commuter?
No sir
I’m rather close
To it though
Right clothes
No fur
Icе cold
Might blow herb
But not the type to burnout
This thе shit you wish you learned ‘bout
In your high school
Turned out feisty though
Nice on the mic
Not polite when I fight
Not a bitch either
No heater bro
Peter go 
Off if I’m slicing the beat or
Get accosted when crossing the street or
Bossiness leaks off the beaks
Of the opulent freaks who can speak more
Than us
Till my more organs turn to dust
And even after
I will be heeded
Actually fuck it
Keep your nasty feelings
I’mma be shattering ceilings
You can’t get scraps from my dealings
I’mma get racks from my healing
I don’t need packs for either
I won’t sit back when appealing
Looking at all of the numbers
I don’t need that: to conceal it
That or for any other reason
Anyone else wanna see it?
Fuck that no bust back
Can’t trust that I’m leaving
You wanna tuck that
Big bad bucking
In a SnapBack
Can’t see it
I’m a
Big shooter?
Dope commuter?
No sir
I’m rather close
To it though
Right clothes
No fur
Ice cold
Might blow herb
But not the type to burnout
This the shit you wish you learned ‘bout
In your high school
[Verse 3]
But it turns out
Too many wrong turns
Has earned you
An urn now
Sucks how it turned out
I had to stick around for the turnout
Ain’t no more dicking around now
You clown how’s that sound
I found that pound damn near drowned wow
Down for what’s bound
Down for what’s bound
Wreck the project
Check off the objective
A relic I am in my head
Irrelevant to them
Oh well I’m mellow
Why wallow
Instead I’m confident truly
I send continent sized rockets
I put my set on my hands
I twist em hock you a loogie
Missed em I got me a toolie gun
Issues get duly done
( P-Tree )
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