“1000 Blunts”
I’m noticing the mine, I’m noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I’m noticing the mine, I’m noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I’m noticing the mine, I’m noticing the mine
Hold tight, hold tight
I’m noticing the mine, I’m noticing the mine
Yo light that cigarette
I’m tripping
Ash it on my bitches
Taking my dose
I never skip it
Still in my hood up pistol gripping
Still got 100 blunts
Got that bape up in my cup
Stay with a bitch in the cut who stay with my dick in her guts
Wetto the king of the GREY
Self park I don’t fuck with valet
Sheesh
Private jet fuck a delay
Went to Paris and back in a day
Okay
No I’m never okay
Bitch stop asking
Came up and supported my family
Just for that they should give me a Grammy
Running and ducking the slammer
Thinking bot cocking the hammer
The lights the glitter the glamour
None of this shit even matters
None of this shit made me happy
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
Locking me up and they had the rooms padded
Made a straight jacket my fashion
Ruby that motherfucker
Grim reaping
I’m undercover
Soul seeking
I found another bitch who’s thinking that I’m her lover
No
Reason I keep on shrugging
Blunt is cashed let’s keep ’em coming
Only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
I’m a pro at self doubt but I doubt I’ll ever know
That these bitches want me to fly ’em out all because I upped the glow
All these fuckbois wanna be me but they keep it on the low
And talk shit about me and my cousin while we’re thumbing through our dough
All this fame is such a curse sometimes I wish I was a ghost
Watch me raise the fucking dead next time I’m on stage at a show
Haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted
Haunted, haunted
I can’t escape my mind
It’s like I’m doing time all the time
Exhausted, lost it
Just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
Haunted, haunted
I can’t escape my mind
It’s like I’m doing time all the time
Exhausted, lost it
Just one little line
Have this talk with God all the time, yeah
