[Verse 1:Brock]
I just be like fuck you
Whatchu mean
Hell nah u can't hit this weed
Did you throw in on this, hell nah so get the fuck from me
No sticks or seeds, paper planes filled with the finest cally trees
Guaranteed, lung cancers gonna be the fuckin death of me
Its stressin me, way I feel gods constantly testing me
Devil tried possessing me, tried his hardest depressing me
Please dont think less of me, keep it real till I rest in peace
Try hard to bring me down instead its bringing out the best in me
Hahaha I just smile back
Drinkin jack till I fuckin yack
Smokin on that heart attack
Got the munchies this tracks a snack
Do it for tallahassee I got the city on my back
Hate when people compare me to eminem or fuckin mac
They always ask why becuase I gotta a dif style
Ain't a fuckin kid nor did I grow up on 8 mile
Been wild ever since a child
Suprised I didn't go to juvinial
Speak whats on my mind so sometimes it might sound a bit hostile
Least im honest tho
Remember when I had no doe
Could only buy some shitty dro
But now I know people that grow
Fire weed burnin slow
Smokin on that mistletoe
Cheafin with my fans backstage before I start my show
Dj khaled all I do is win win win
Here we go again
There goes brock and all his fuckin friends
They wild out dont let em in
Antoine hide ya wife and kids
Dont mention the bottle of gin
Cuz I fill my shit to the rim
Haha thats straight liquor, pussies need a chaser
Cuss like I'mma sailor but I'mma pirate, an okland raiders
Some call me a player, rockin nikes fuck gaters
Sayin my voice darth vader, while she playin with my light saber
Minimum of 18, bitch I ain't goin to jail
Usually they believe a bitches story over a male
Even if its a fariy tale, dont worry brah ill prevail
This year im gonna give them hell
Sickest freshmen call XXL
I just be like fuck you
Whatchu mean
Hell nah u can't hit this weed
Did you throw in on this, hell nah so get the fuck from me
No sticks or seeds, paper planes filled with the finest cally trees
Guaranteed, lung cancers gonna be the fuckin death of me
Its stressin me, way I feel gods constantly testing me
Devil tried possessing me, tried his hardest depressing me
Please dont think less of me, keep it real till I rest in peace
Try hard to bring me down instead its bringing out the best in me
Hahaha I just smile back
Drinkin jack till I fuckin yack
Smokin on that heart attack
Got the munchies this tracks a snack
Do it for tallahassee I got the city on my back
Hate when people compare me to eminem or fuckin mac
They always ask why becuase I gotta a dif style
Ain't a fuckin kid nor did I grow up on 8 mile
Been wild ever since a child
Suprised I didn't go to juvinial
Speak whats on my mind so sometimes it might sound a bit hostile
Least im honest tho
Remember when I had no doe
Could only buy some shitty dro
But now I know people that grow
Fire weed burnin slow
Smokin on that mistletoe
Cheafin with my fans backstage before I start my show
Dj khaled all I do is win win win
Here we go again
There goes brock and all his fuckin friends
They wild out dont let em in
Antoine hide ya wife and kids
Dont mention the bottle of gin
Cuz I fill my shit to the rim
Haha thats straight liquor, pussies need a chaser
Cuss like I'mma sailor but I'mma pirate, an okland raiders
Some call me a player, rockin nikes fuck gaters
Sayin my voice darth vader, while she playin with my light saber
Minimum of 18, bitch I ain't goin to jail
Usually they believe a bitches story over a male
Even if its a fariy tale, dont worry brah ill prevail
This year im gonna give them hell
Sickest freshmen call XXL
( Brock Ellis )
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