These niggas don't know the half Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress These niggas don't know the half (show time) Gettin' high for the low, shit was bad (Talk to 'em, rewind now) It's a Friday, I'm 'bout to go off Got my chains on and I'm 'bout to

The square root of a kilo is me nigga We gon' have it locked Cause we the only thing to talk about If Michael Jackson came alive right now He'd ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short Think you're Dee Brown,

In that fast thing, speedin' through the city (Skrrt, skrrt) Panoramic brain, and my dash digi' (Dash digi') Motherfuck the fame, all my niggas litty (Lit) Backwood to the face, I don't smoke no Philly (Nah) Drip, drippin' sauce like I'm chili (Sauce)

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon Now tell me what y'all smoking What kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent We got the plan in motion Want to get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up

I gave 'em hope When my nigga needed money (What you do?) I gave 'em dope Every time we went to war (What we do?) We gave 'em smoke Fiends was copping, I was broke Fuck that shit, we gave 'em soap They forgot we gave 'em hope Let them niggas have the

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga

Gun smoke (Gun smoke) Yeah (Gun smoke) Yeah, gun smoke (Gun smoke) Put my Glock down, that's a no-no (No-no) When I wear my suit, I tote my .44 (.44) Y'all ain't killin' shit, y'all niggas hoes-hoes (Hoes-hoes) Cryin' over pussy, you a broke joke (Broke

I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie When I'm in

Where are you going, we should be growing now Where are we going, why are we slowing down Smoke to it nigga, smoke to it nigga Where are we going, we should be slowing down That’s what she said to me That place I used to call home is just a bed to me We

Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all my niggas know Blowin dro, 24s, that's how all my niggas roll In a drop top chevy with the roof wide open My partners looking at me to see if my eyes open Cause I've been drank, and I've been smoke Flying