I just bought 3 thousand dollar Gucci pants (Gucci pants) I just left the trap, and I'm off the Xans (and I'm off the Xans) Bitch, I'm high as fuck, I feel like Superman (what, what?) I'm the biggest flexer, you know who I am (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

No we don't give a fuck, we just Smokin' of marijuana till our brains get starve Feel my blood, without Oh, what precious plant, to destroy it I just can't Doctors use it in their laboratories Smokin' touches everybody's heart - it's mistery It's good

I'm doing the best I ever did I'm doing the best that I can Now go away! I'm doing the best I ever did (go away) I feel for you, better fuckin' go away I will behave, you better go away I'm doing the best that I can (go away) And I wonder day to day I

Do you wanna fuck? Do you wanna fuck? What's your interest are? Who you be with? I don't really give a what! What I need to know is Can I ask a question? Can you keep a secret? Do you wanna uh? Do you wanna uh? What are the odds we'd even meet? What does

You come unto me just to question my roots But you could never walk a day in my shoes Fuck this shit, you can find me in the moshpit Been in the game for twelve years, what it do? Take it from the best, everything I do pops Fake ass bitches all around me

Da Vinci, Da Vinci, Da Vinci Shot a horrible scene, man, you know what what I'm saying, who the fuck be out? You know what what I'm saying, I put in some Shoutout my label that's me I'm in this bitch with TP I'm in this bitch with 4trey I just poured up me a 8

I may not be as honest as I ought to be now When the walls go up, I said it didn't worry me But it hit me and I cannot hold it in I can just be paranoid, don't quell the desire to love What What was really going on, does it really fucking matter? Baby is all

Only a crazy little thing I read What What are you smoking I'm just to fuck with your head I'm only joking And I don't believe a thing I've said (Why do I do what what I do?) There is a song You're trembling to its tune At the request of the moon

And I, want to be, anarchy 'Cause I, I want to be, anarchy Oh I am an anti-Christ And I am an anarchist Don't know what what I want But I know how to get it I want to destroy your passion boy In this fuckin' city

I love chrome and paint, lookin' for some motherfuckin' corners to bank West coast what what the fuck you thank? Everybody here off weed and drank (everybody) Before you check my rims When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs You better check ya friends