Smoke My Weed

My life is such a gamble

So you know I roll the dice

Way I talk about the devil

You would think I'm antichrist

Up in smoke like I'm Khalifa

I've been reaching newer heights

Livin' proof I'm like Zeus

When delivering strikes

I'm Jehovah Witness

Cause I'm knocking at your door

I'm not superstitious usually I ignore

Got that motion sickness

Like I haven't slept in days

Havin' conversations with myself

I'm clinically insane

Pass the doobie I am oozing

Got the munchies ratatouille

Getting head while I'm in bed

And then we fucking through the movie

I don't want none of that gossip

Only realness I'm consuming

I'm the type to cause a ruckus

Aftermath will leave you ruined

I'm gone out the park like Barry Bonds

Bringing smoke I'm Cheech and Chong

Write a verse record a song

Do my Kendrick Crip walk

I don't talk about no gossip

I'm too focused on my future

Know the real ones riding with me

They don't switch up like the seasons

Way too many snakes I am not about it

I've been in my lane dealing with my problems

People love to hate once they see you win

I'm vibing to this beat like it's Psilocin

Move in silence that's how I live

Antisocial sorta I've been

Can't be real then don't come around me

I just stay alone and then smoke my weed

I need a bad girl she go both ways

I want the full chorus skip the foreplay

Get the crowd jumpin' they screaming ole

You couldn't beat me on my worst day

Dropping bombs like it's atomic diabolic

In the lab like Walter White

I'm cooking heat and makin' profit

Runnin' errands like a paperboy

Yeah I've been on a mission

How I'm locked behind these bars

You would swear I'm in a prison

Lets go I've been vibing in my zone

But these voices they won't go

Like a tootsie on a roll

Same old me my status quo

Don't get mad I don't get even

Let my results do the speaking

When I'm lost I talk to God

It all happens for a reason

They said you ain't gonna make it

Now my music helping millions

I got nothing left to prove

You're too busy in your feelings

Way too high I can't come down

Keep on preaching to the choir

Light it up if you're a real one

I'm still putting out the fire

Way too many snakes I am not about it

I've been in my lane dealing with my problems

People love to hate once they see you win

I'm vibing to this beat like it's Psilocin

Move in silence that's how I live

Antisocial sorta I've been

Can't be real then don't come around me

I just stay alone and then smoke my weed