I got one blunt for every situation
Yea I got my hand up on the sticks but I'm not f*ckin playing
Saw y'all buying presets, I'm like damn, y'all niggas f*ckin basic
Shawty put a three.5 in my hand and then we f*ckin face it
My mom prolly hate it when I rap about them drugs
Yea she still tell me she proud of me, I ain't felt that type of love
Yea you said I should be grateful and I shouldn't f*ck this up
I just smoke a blunt and then I turn the people up
I stopped rapping bout them diamonds cuz that's not how my life going
I'm laid up with fine shit, the one I had my eyes on
I look back and I'm like damn, how I end up in this position?
I just put my heart inside my craft and used my intuition
I don't write no songs, this right off the top
I'm that f*ckin one, don't care about no top six
If it ain't bout digits I'm gon change the f*ckin topic
I hop out a black truck, look like I just did a mob hit
That pack gon touch my lungs, feel them f*ckin drums
I can't f*ckin stop, I gotta get it while I'm young
I'm just being me, this shit's not emo, it's not punk
I just kicked that pack and it returned just like a punt
She like"that's my bad, shit was kinda rough
And now that I look back, I kinda f*cked you up"
I'm like yea that's clear to me, you still don't make no sense
All them blessings pointless if I don't take my f*ckin chance
All this shit is pointless if I don't get them f*ckin bands
All this shit is pointless if I can't bring my f*ckin friends
Ian got no choice, I gotta get my mom that benz
I'm gon try and use my voice to put a million in my hands
Straight
I got one blunt for every situation
Yea I got my hand up on the sticks but I'm not f*ckin playing
Saw y'all buying presets, I'm like damn, y'all niggas f*ckin basic
Shawty put a three.5 in my hand and then we f*ckin face it
I don't write no songs, this shit off the top
If we don't get along, it's prolly your fault
I don't wave no flag, I'm all on my own
Soon as I get back you smell weed and cologne
Just say you got my back
I got one blunt for every situation
Hand up on the sticks but I'm not f*ckin playing
Roll my blunt and then I f*ckin face it
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I got one blunt for every situation
Yea I got my hand up on the sticks but I'm not f*ckin playing
Saw y'all buying presets, I'm like damn, y'all niggas f*ckin basic
Shawty put a three.5 in my hand and then we f*ckin face it
My mom prolly hate it when I rap about them drugs
Yea she still tell me she proud of me, I ain't felt that type of love
Yea you said I should be grateful and I shouldn't f*ck this up
I just smoke a blunt and then I turn the people up
I stopped rapping bout them diamonds cuz that's not how my life going
I'm laid up with fine shit, the one I had my eyes on
I look back and I'm like damn, how I end up in this position?
I just put my heart inside my craft and used my intuition
I don't write no songs, this right off the top
I'm that f*ckin one, don't care about no top six
If it ain't bout digits I'm gon change the f*ckin topic
I hop out a black truck, look like I just did a mob hit
That pack gon touch my lungs, feel them f*ckin drums
I can't f*ckin stop, I gotta get it while I'm young
I'm just being me, this shit's not emo, it's not punk
I just kicked that pack and it returned just like a punt
She like"that's my bad, shit was kinda rough
And now that I look back, I kinda f*cked you up"
I'm like yea that's clear to me, you still don't make no sense
All them blessings pointless if I don't take my f*ckin chance
All this shit is pointless if I don't get them f*ckin bands
All this shit is pointless if I can't bring my f*ckin friends
Ian got no choice, I gotta get my mom that benz
I'm gon try and use my voice to put a million in my hands
Straight
I got one blunt for every situation
Yea I got my hand up on the sticks but I'm not f*ckin playing
Saw y'all buying presets, I'm like damn, y'all niggas f*ckin basic
Shawty put a three.5 in my hand and then we f*ckin face it
I don't write no songs, this shit off the top
If we don't get along, it's prolly your fault
I don't wave no flag, I'm all on my own
Soon as I get back you smell weed and cologne
Just say you got my back
I got one blunt for every situation
Hand up on the sticks but I'm not f*ckin playing
Roll my blunt and then I f*ckin face it
Yea I got my hand up on the sticks but I'm not f*ckin playing
Saw y'all buying presets, I'm like damn, y'all niggas f*ckin basic
Shawty put a three.5 in my hand and then we f*ckin face it
My mom prolly hate it when I rap about them drugs
Yea she still tell me she proud of me, I ain't felt that type of love
Yea you said I should be grateful and I shouldn't f*ck this up
I just smoke a blunt and then I turn the people up
I stopped rapping bout them diamonds cuz that's not how my life going
I'm laid up with fine shit, the one I had my eyes on
I look back and I'm like damn, how I end up in this position?
I just put my heart inside my craft and used my intuition
I don't write no songs, this right off the top
I'm that f*ckin one, don't care about no top six
If it ain't bout digits I'm gon change the f*ckin topic
I hop out a black truck, look like I just did a mob hit
That pack gon touch my lungs, feel them f*ckin drums
I can't f*ckin stop, I gotta get it while I'm young
I'm just being me, this shit's not emo, it's not punk
I just kicked that pack and it returned just like a punt
She like"that's my bad, shit was kinda rough
And now that I look back, I kinda f*cked you up"
I'm like yea that's clear to me, you still don't make no sense
All them blessings pointless if I don't take my f*ckin chance
All this shit is pointless if I don't get them f*ckin bands
All this shit is pointless if I can't bring my f*ckin friends
Ian got no choice, I gotta get my mom that benz
I'm gon try and use my voice to put a million in my hands
Straight
I got one blunt for every situation
Yea I got my hand up on the sticks but I'm not f*ckin playing
Saw y'all buying presets, I'm like damn, y'all niggas f*ckin basic
Shawty put a three.5 in my hand and then we f*ckin face it
I don't write no songs, this shit off the top
If we don't get along, it's prolly your fault
I don't wave no flag, I'm all on my own
Soon as I get back you smell weed and cologne
Just say you got my back
I got one blunt for every situation
Hand up on the sticks but I'm not f*ckin playing
Roll my blunt and then I f*ckin face it
Writer: 1kantrm .
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