The pines were roaring o-ooon the height
The trees like torches blaze- with- blazed with light
2 dungeons deep
Bla- blazed with lightI've smoked a lot of weed in my lifetime
Seems just like yesterday I was a (?) because life's flying
It's a struggle everyday but still I tell my kids life's fine
Everyday I would push Yay nigga if I did not rhyme
Out here in that Louis V just to lean on a stop sign
The bitches notice me they say i'm fly but i'm not flying
Finish with the Yay, hit the grow and my crop drying
Package hit the traffic and the trappers won't stop buying
Got the Wesson poppin' like meat in the pot frying
Better have respect like the vet when he feed lions
Knock your head off your neck with my fists I don't need iron
If it's over my Fam or my bread then I squeeze iron
They hate that i'm ahead getting head while breeze by 'em
They say that they ain't scared but when i'm there they seem frightened
DMG shades getting paid from trim lighting(?)
(?) in the lab and there's bars on the mic cause we ain't writing
Marks act like they hard, they scared of everybody
Wanna be just like the MOB they mirror everybody
In my circle we gone fuck around and murk you
This for my niggas in the box you squares is just commercial
Got nerves you know i'm higher than a bird of blow
These niggas think dope but they never seen coke
Me n Rob-Lo higher than a Mink coat
When the trigger squeeze we only leave bones, like a Lynx home
That's a big cat, Fully no kick back, silencer on the tip all you see is nigga splat
You can never be my nigga you ain't into that
They smell us before way before we pull up cause all we smoke is Plat
You wanna hang with The Jack, you better hold your strap
Soon as you enter me rundown expose his naps
I'm bouta murder all the rap niggas posing straps
He gone need luck cause he's fucked if he sees The Jack
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