Okay, you can get it, not offended, not a problem
Cause every single one that came my way, you know I solved em
I keep my phone dead, still they hit me, still they calling
I take just what I need, dropping and mix it in the cauldron
Drop , let it drop on they ass
Every shadow of the past blow away with the ash
Never stop 
You can never get a pass, step away from the trash
If you come in, you gon get that ass stomped 
I reside under the bridge, where the dead come to live
Two stroke coated ribs get whomped 
Dirty rag to the mouth, you aint know what we bout
Where the tracks and the route get dumped
Remember the trail behind Jonnas?
Wed gather Coronas, they empty of course
And wed bag em and go just to get us a quarter
Of something that we thought was dope
Fuck it though, fuck it though, roll it 
When it get bad, you will know it 
Wallow away in the same fucking place
Just a person that hated that town that he came
Fuck it though, fuck it though, roll it 
When it get bad, you will know it 
We paid a fee, all we got was the faux
All we wanted was fire and a blunt just to roll
Am I lurking at your door? You dont really want to know
Shut your eyes, let it go, put your dreams in a boat, let it float
You gon know when I come in through the floor
When the waves crash down and you wake up to a noise
“What was that? What was that? What was that?
What was that? What was that? What was that?”
What?
Droppin out the land where the map is your hand
Point to the Palm area and then they understand
Droppin out the land where the map is your hand
Point to the Palm area and then they understand