Smoke Break-Dance (feat. JID)

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And I keep rolling up

And I keep rolling up

We blow it down, we blowing up

Hot air in me, we going up, still, it's

No feet going up, fees going up

We pouring up, we throwing up gang signs

Trees going up in flames, find us a forest fire every smoke break

We opened up WeSpace, ****, we gave art hang time

We tryna reclaim time

We finna rebuild, no Home Depot wit' us

People wit' us that come from the FaceTime

Lowkey like the baseline

Got smoke and I keep rolling up

Back to back, baby

Yeah, I keep rolling up

Keep getting high, beats getting low

We getting by, I can't complain

I wouldn't know how to make you feel me

I know they can smell me, though

I know they can see a motherfucker coming from a mile away

I ain't sending smoke signals, big smoke send signals either way, don't it?

Put an eight in it

Motherfucker got some weight on it and some wax in it

Don't play wit' it

All the way from concentrate wit' it

Juiced like Fresh OJ, it's the tangie that I stay wit'

Soon as they hit it

I keep rolling up

We blow it down, we blowing up

Hot air in me, we going up, still, it's

No feet going up, fees going up

We pouring up, we throwing up gang signs

And I keep rolling up

Back to back, baby

And I keep rolling up

Back to back, baby

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I roll this one for the road, two for the show, three for the dough

345, got a fifty piece from the wing spot (Ge-ge-ge-geeked out my mind)

And I'm coming back with food and some ganja

But it's only me and you in this place

Just a little bitty piece of weed will make a **** feel like he ain't going off the deep

And I ain't even been to sleep in about a week, didn't even think about it

We was at the bottom, I was guided by the beats, guided by the guns, guided by the streets

Where the money? Said he got it by the week, we get it dog, got 'em by a leash

Try to find a little piece, but the mystery to me is unsolved

Take a breather, hit the reefer, smoke cough through the blunt fog

Got a stash full of big gas, I could tell you what they run for

But I don't trap so it won't matter, everybody do a blunt toast like the white folks when they clink glasses

Told my **** add the fronto, so I move slow but I think faster

12 knocking at the front door, shh, be quiet keep passing it

I don't wanna see nobody that I know or love laying in a deep casket

But through all the stress and madness a **** keep rolling up

Gotta figure that the problem **** got is mental

Lotta **** figure shit is only incidental

Go figure, I'm keep smoking this tree

Roll one mo' up, why not three?