Running outta weed again
Intro:
I had dreams of the morning to passed the dark, If I only had some hash to spark, And I know in my soul how it’s suppose to be. I’m tryna keep one rolled close to me

Reese:
I’m having dope dealer flashes with a college degree
How could it be that every job I see is outta my reach
Like i was just wasting my time not being out on these streets
No matter how often no classes taught me to ride on these beats
And I’m grateful but I’m saying what I’m suppose to do
Collections leaving messages, your loans been overdue
Got caught up in a 9-5 like I’m suppose to choose
To build stress behind a desk when I know I’m the truth
My troops waiting on the call so they can fall into line
But with fate, this shit is made to happen all on His time
So I continue to be on the grind and balance it all on my mind right
If it don’t come to fruition bitch I’m hip to this crime life
No pistol, a pencil, a hit from this bong pipe
While I script the image of us dipped in the limelight
But until my people protected, protest like we crime fighting
Till the vision of victims of us is distant in hindsight
With every other day I blow smoke and seek fame
Just so we can break from the streets and police chains
To roll one up but it’s looking like we low on stock
How we suppose to get this dough to cop/
Jase:
Yo pass the spliff up niggas wanna hit this weed
The jiggy slim poppa, niggas tryna crack the team
Too many niggas feening, too many bitches claiming that they creaming
Just shut the fuck up throw it up just like you Willie Beamin
You gotta be kidding a lot of you niggas be acting like bitches
The world don’t see a lot in you niggas
A lot of you niggas can’t give a fuck like this
Too many homies that I know just rep that clique
Shit I don’t know what it’s worth and I don’t know what is worse
Than all my “niggas” acting blind, They’re putting kids in the dirt
Deny the truth and it hurts, put me and you in reverse
Ain’t shit worse knowing that you ain’t worth shit on this earth
Nigga i’m dough-less with more stress meaning hoe-less
And anyday niggas can come through and blow my whole chest
So I don’t have the time for niggas fronting like they fuck with me
Shout out to them girls that used to say wassup to me

Hook:
Ayo we running outta weed again x4

Kos D:
Yo what the fuck all of these non rapping ass niggahz on my screen for, you ain’t gonna see them on my team dog i’m smashing decoys, claiming that they be thoroughbred really when they be thespians, they better move the fuck out my way like they pedestrian, you catch me in something just chilling eating some mexican, but then again painting the picture like i be reverend, getting bent higher the temperature niggahz settling, these cops ain’t closer to treating us like we better than, getting necks snapped in the back of a fucking van, get your mans how we protesting these niggahz and go with plans, understand this shit is bigger than race divide us all and don’t be splitting no cake, american hate keep the system in place, and ain’t it ugly, incarceration rates through the roof and it’s still cruddy, they triple double niggahz in decades they hoop money, just try to keep your head in the game they move funny, protecting who’s money? More duckets go into prisons than schools look how they do, i can’t call it, it’s no wonder niggahz is alcoholics when they numb us till we heartless, pop a shot till we harmless, armless and dead with a bullet in your head

Bridge:
Yo we running outta weed x6
Hook:
Ayo we running outta weed again x4

(Weed Again)

Jase:
Yo my weed man hit me, he say he got some weed again, fly like peter pan
Niggas wanna foul out then I gotta be the man
The kid got a call from Kos
Said he got a couple honey dips ready lined up to go
One for me, one for he and he say they love to toke

Kos D:
They love to toke they love to smoke, had a niggah tonguing all down her throat, she wanna tell me that the weed got her horny see, and ever since she played all on me, the game done changed with a capital c, slap it on me, rolling my weed, i’m pumping and sticking with capitol d, the ocbs gone straight to the sleeve

Jase:
Smoke papers
Shorty say poppa sweet taste just like life savers
I might make ya
If u fuck with me, East Flatbush caped crusader

Kos D:
Yeah we need that shit cause these niggahz out here be afreeda fraida we need a saviour, come blow trees get to know your neighbor, you never know shorty down to kiss a stranger

Jase:
Caught playing naughty ain't nothing major, who you sliding with? See the chains now she know i’m the niggah who provide her with
Kos D:
5 times the dick, we cataylze niggahz with a can of spit, put a hand to this that’s dangerous, you fittina catch real burns like angel dust, (you wanna bang with us) and kick slang that’ll slam cantankerous, with a gang of kush, you wanna fuck with us

Jase:
Avoiding us but a nigga dead broke but a nigga still fabulous
Heaven opened up
When nigga drop flows and the people showing love like "that's wassup”
(But that's enough)
Slim poppa
Too many hoes in the phone gotta load them into Dropbox
When I'm ready, knock them down like "pop pop"
Face it dawg pillow talk niggas gon replace your jaw

Kos D:
So fix your face when we open yall, niggahz all about the town with the open raws, oh god shimmy ya ya with her draws (niggahz wanna hate) let em get that dog, them city kids spliffing (let me hit that dog), the way a niggah spitting make em hit the pause, a niggah gone

Hook:
Weed again, weed again, I got my weed again, My weed again x6

Reese:
When I come thru, shit I stunt too
Blunt in my mouth while the couch I run to (Yo peep these tweets)
See these freaks need some too
Let em hit the weed while I eat these lunchables
We get comfortable, all so sudden mami start tugging on my cargo button
I’m also pumped so I jump, make it all go public (Yo pass the blunt before y’all go fuck) Facts, I passed the green then I dapped the team
And hit the sack before the weed could get back to me
Style was clean, shorty know I chef it raw
Behind bars like a nigga caught an extra charge
Rest is left for y’all, let me grab her coat
Girl mad she ain’t get another chance to smoke, so
I remember you spending your time on it
I ain’t see you go out your way to put 5 on it
Don’t it, let me know if I’m bugging, it sounds shifty
When I get a pound you wanna get down with me
When I’m all dry, it’s like it’s all byes
Could never hit your phone, you gone who knows why
But it’s cool, we don’t really give a fuck
We here, you don’t have to hit us up
In the end, we just roll these swishers up
Y’all pretend, wishing y’all can get a puff but keep dreaming, we gon’ keep steaming Y’all gon’ keep fiending and we gon’ keep peeping ‘em right
While we get the team and ‘em right
Hit the weed and proceed with the night like bang bang bang

Hook:
Weed again, weed again, I got my weed again, My weed again x6