By The Dozen

I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs

Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second

Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach had me fiending for success

I spark the doja when i cope

Enter the game me and my music are one and the same

My mind is to blame, i’m fucking insane, i’m tryna get paid off of sharing my pain

You **** is paid off, you fiending for fame

If you on my radar, I’m spilling your brain

I’m prolly gone take off, i’m headed for space or another dimension, i guess what imm saying is

I’m fly as hell **** but

I stay grounded

Don’t make a move you **** is surrounded

You look astounded, you get the that’s how it sounded

Look what i found, i gotta be honest, i ain’t know i had all these flows in pocket

I’m hoping this money gone fit in my pocket

I don’t got it yet, but i’m kind of a prophet (Profit)

I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs

Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second

Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach, had mefiending for success

I spark the doja when i cope

Back again i’m back to win it all

Comprehend how not to get involved

My mind is gifted and slightly twisted, i still ain’t got a job

Still i mind my business

I got to spit this, my rhymes’ the illest,

You wife wan’ hit this, but now she dismissed

You falling sick, i guess i’m the sickness

Ain’t got no wish list, cept that you witness

I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs

Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second

Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach, had mefiending for success

I spark the doja when i cope