(*Intro*) Need something to lower my stress (let's see, we got bubba kush, lavender kush Tally Sevalis kush, OG Scarlett Johansson kush m-m)
[Hook] Kush roll glass full, I prefer better thangs Niggaz with no money, act like money isn't everything - 4x Just another young nigga, having thangs mayn Just another young nigga, having thangs mayn
[E.S.G.] I'm bout to take flight, Cali smoke Vegas lights Cause ain't a damn thing sweet, when your cake ain't right Leather gust leather Chucks, make sure my taper right My money bags, money counter shit'll take all night So get your cash up, you solo get your swag up These young hogs stunting, nigga put your tags up Clean a pirate's glass up, 'fore them laws task up Chopper goon stopper, don't make me have to mask up All contenders should surrender, wave them white flags up Catch em on a bad day, they make ya give that Jag up Trying to fill that stash up, anytime we clash up Tom Brady in the clutch, crash dummies I pass em up
[Hook] Kush roll glass full, I prefer better thangs Niggaz with no money, act like money isn't everything - 2x Just another young nigga, having thangs mayn Just another young nigga, having thangs mayn
[E.S.G.] Corporate gorillas, but we don't rock a suit and tie You know the truth is I, they say the coupe is fly When my homeboy Pimp C died, felt just like when Biggie died You still on 36, I just whipped me 65 By the age of 25, he get like twenty pies Alabama Indiana, let em fly retire Real trill niggaz go and get it, and they don't care who's hating Sometimes it might be green, purple white Sarah Palin Cause I'm a Southside ali', and I was bred to go hard Survived the swag era, backpacks and skateboards Social network, lil' homie trying to get work And I ain't talking my old boss, I'm talking bout the whole South
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[E.S.G.] Yeah the wrist and flow still cold, I guess I'm so anemic While you bullshitting I'm still spitting, I guess I'm half bulimic Some took the harder route, some punk niggaz took the scenic The house full of Arizona, I ain't talking Phoenix Some did it independent, and never sell they soul Been in the streets trying to get it, since like he was twelve years old Some people hustle hard, trying to achieve they dreams Camaro crib paper'd up, nigga only 17 Two hundred times 17, them numbers you ain't never seen These youngsters getting it in, they selling like everything From the land of the trill kings, where our dream's to win Got a fettish fo' the money, let Drake tell y'all again
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[Outro] Oh hell no, look-look-look They taking the champagne, and the citrus buds And the fresh magore, and the early misty And the god bud, and the ice marijuana And the island lady, and the kush
