Bet I had a joint in my hand when I wrote this
Like she join in the bed, she blow it by the O
When I hit the studio it's ferocious
Fifty thousand at my show, you doing hostings
What I been doing all these years? I been coasting
Never put my foot on the brake, my mind's open
Son getting big, just had a daughter if you ain't know this
'Bout to catch my second wind, my run's far from over
Smoke kush every day, I stay far from sober
Bring the champagne and coasters
Rolling J's like posters
We gave a lot to the game so they owe us
I'll turn a girl into a paper plane roller
Don't tell me what to do, gang, you can't control us
Fifteen plus and ain't foldin'
Make a chain then make another chain colder
Your new tapes ain't better than my old ones
Bring more kush 'cause we need whole ones
If the dogs come, these P's will make their nose run
Young Khalifa man, the one you got the smoke from
Private planes, we flown 'em
All cars, we drove 'em
All pounds, we grow 'em
You could smoke all the kush you want
You could make all the rules you want
You could wake up and do what you want
I'm just tryna put you on
You could smoke all the kush you want
You could make all the rules you want
You could wake up and do what you want
I'm just tryna put you on
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