Markus Khalifa - Weed Garden Lyrics

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Back in the day I was broke I was lonely
I wasn't big, nigga nobody known me
No criminal background I didn't have homies
No bitch I could call up to smoke and then blow me
My clothes were so dingy, you wouldn't sit next to me
Tryin my best stupid this the best of me
Cooking that fire, you can't get the recipe
No you can't
Back in the day nigga, I studied the greats
Y'all niggas studied the fashion
Back in 6th grade, I stabbed a kid with a pencil
My dick so big like a missile
F*ck my dead father, that stupid faggot's a bastard
Preaching to y'all like a pastor
Yo bitch is on her knees, she gone do what I say, she the student bitch I am her master

I lived a life with no friends, lived a life with loose ends
Focused on the cash, not hoes
Sorry bitch, that's the way my life goes
Fold on me you'll get left behind no second chance
Fold on me you'll get left behind no second chance
The world is like GTA but you got one life
I could f*ck a thousand hoes and still end up with one wife
I'm known as a asshole I don't know how to play nice
If you test my f*cking patience bitch, You gone pay the price

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist
My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan
I'm a young nigga with a budget plan
I want to start a f*ckin weed garden

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist
My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan
I'm a young nigga with a budget plan
I want to start a f*ckin weed garden

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist
My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan
I'm a young nigga with a budget plan
I want to start a f*ckin weed garden

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist
My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan
I'm a young nigga with a budget plan
I want to start a f*ckin weed garden