Cannibis Garden (feat. Drummer Boy & LA Gunsmoke)

Baby, look at me, I'm a youngin' from Hoover Street

With a forty ounce bottle, a bag of weed

I ain't got no role models in back of me

Only OG killas reppin' West Side

They taught me more than only hold the TEC right

I flew in from Chicago on the best flight

Shay about to roll up with the best high

'Cause I just touched down on the West Side

Even off the block, I rep the A on me

Till the day I die, I'm on the block, on me

Even with a milli', I'ma stay low-key

Even with the fame, I'm still the same OG

Lately, I've been sober to be focused on the hustle

Lately, I just noticed that my numbers start to double

Recently, just noticed more people want trouble

But they don't really want it, that's something that I know

'Cause it's AK always, every day, all day till I die

Twistin' this Indonesia, burnin' this reefer, tell my blood matches my eyes

Raisin' my spliff to the sky, the thought if I die

Runs through my head, that's why I'm gettin' high

My homies stay loyal, with much reasons why

We came from the gutter, so don't act surprised

The money be callin'

The bitches be callin'

She was searchin' for love

In my cannabis garden

In my cannabis garden

In my cannabis garden

I was searchin' for love

In my cannabis garden

I'm from the hood, yeah, that's real shit

My MAC-11 real kill shit

All my homies, they hood rich

Even my baby mama, she a hood bitch

Blown off that loud stick, rollin' dice for that pink slip

I'm on that green tip, OG shit

I'm hittin' licks for that three flip

If you ain't a G, then you ain't shit

That's what I learned from my whole clique

Murder shots on my whole block

If them Johnny's come, you don't say shit

My homie's locked up in the federal, he keep it more G than you ever know

If you got beef in my area, then I suggest that you let it go, let it go

Bitch, I be smokin' on medical, I be so lit that you never know

All my killas, they roll with me, gettin' blown

All my bitches, they fuck with me on the low

All my homies, they hittin' licks, gettin' dough

All these gangstas, they fuck with me, that's fo' sho, that's fo' sho, that's fo' sho

The money be callin'

The bitches be callin'

She was searchin' for love

In my cannabis garden

In my cannabis garden

In my cannabis garden

I was searchin' for love

In my cannabis garden

Homie, look at us, we some killas

Come fuck with us, and we smokin' on cannabis

The bitches fuckin' with these politicians

And the bitch I'm fuckin' works for Univision

Sex goddess, she my new religion

Rockin' True Religion, but her shoe were Christian

Red bottoms, need a bluer vision

Took her top off like her roof is missin'

Bitches be lovin' the dick

Your homies want it, then we bustin' some shit

AK-47 all up on my fit

AK-47, you know that's the clique

Bitches won't leave me alone when they message me

And your bitch, yeah, she be textin' me

All in the DM like she tryin' to get with me

Bitch, I do not got the recipe

The money be callin'

The bitches be callin'

She was searchin' for love

In my cannabis garden

In my cannabis garden

In my cannabis garden

I was searchin' for love

In my cannabis garden