Pop In Your Grey Cassette
Turn Up Your Fuckin Deck
Lend Me Your Ear Because The Southside Finna Wreck
Bass clappin like a Mac-10
Automatic weapons
The only way that I can paint a picture for my reverends
Aint nobody get me, Im feelin like an orphan
Endorphins swimmin through my veins like dolphins
Used to dream all this, from writin to recordings
To boardin flights every night now that we tourin
Ive never paid the mortgage so I guess its fuckin time to
Get high, get paid its just what I was designed to do
Comin down, switchin lanes, just how I was taught
From the rappers that came before me in them candy painted cars
No, I aint got a license but I got a fuckin bike
Big ole blunt, dead of the night, 4 a.m lets take a ride
Lets get high, lets get high
Pedal slow, pedal slow
Up the block around the corner to the store, to the store
I got 5 dollars in quarters and Ima let it go two and two cigarillos
Im never comin down comin comin comin down never
Comin down comin comin comin down never
Comin down comin comin comin down ya
Comin down comin comin comin down ya