Lyrics:
(Yeahh, you know me mannn… I- I already done all the fucking drugs mann… Nomopain, Panadol, you fucking name it-)
Shhh, silence
I know, I know
I know boys in the yasa that pray for the violence
Uh huh,
they just product of environment
Where they push products through the streets until retirement
The Mary got me merry but I much prefer the Vicodin
And now they pushing heroin
It’s getting super scary man
The youth is fucked
They juicing up
On who knows what
I’m not used to that
They used to be
Only hooked on weed
Now These mothers got to write they children’s Eulogy
It’s west side for life, not gonna die in these suva streets
I’m going overseas
And coming back in half a century
Fuck with me
I got plans motherfucker
You got plans for yo bitch, I got plans for my brothers
Do yo mans got a dick or he just playing with the Rubbers?
I can’t stand to see this shit, when I watch my country suffer
And it’s alll your fault bruh
the lack of traditional culture
That put these 1st world countries in unconventional warfare
It’s so simple
I pop back, like bad bitches pop pimples
Bend backs and do the limbo
Dual hands, I’m perked up on akimbo
Duly noted, I smoke this doobie til I’m indubitably floating
They brown nosing
Put a button on they lips, turn pale like a snowman
I’m just trynna take it in slow motion
sometimes you gotta speed it up
I hear em trynna rap, hmhm go and read a book
I take what I want, you cant get back what’s already took
And I seen that look
Yeh hold on
Yeah
Make weed legal if you want this country to function
I respect my elders, but make way for youngsters
I’m paving lanes, it’s time to bow down to the new gangstas
iooo caitstamam
I wake up when the paper come
I bake my bread on open flame, add cheddar when the bread is done
Come on lil mama turn around, shake your d-d-daa…
And you thought it was over?
You can thank me now or thank me later when I’m sober
I-
(Woeeee 47, Mind and Heart Balanced, Perfected Vision)