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Rapper Weed


[SiR:]
Clear skies, white walls
Sunshine in my rearview as the night falls
Listening to old Kanye feeling like new Kanye (Hey-hey-hey)
My life in harmony like two one ways (Okay)
I shouldn't have to tell you that I been here
This is not a gimmick, please don't push me to my limit
I be getting tired of being friendly (Tired of being friendly)
I go hard until my tank is empty ('Til my tank is empty)
I ain't really in the competition, oh
Hating me won't ever get you mentioned, oh
I stay in my line, oh, I stay in my line
I be driving new terrain but my view never change

Lil' mama fly as a plane, she got that G5 build
Thoughts of me dropping the top, don't make me handle the whip
I'm leaving smoke in this here, she 'bout to roll up again
But we ain't even getting high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even getting high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even getting high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even getting high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even getting high no more

[Boogie:]
Yeah-yeah, I mean, shit
She keep on asking me, "Why that blunt still ain't went out?" Uh
You lose your patience, say fuck it, just put that shit out
And lately we both ain't been out, been hiding up in our consciousness
Tryna tell me, "Be moderate," shit, we boosting our tolerance, uh
Let's smoke the papers, that red-eye fade 'til we know the pages, uh
Let's know the matrix that hide the truth, we not in it, face it
Running through your days with no steady pace and fugie racing
To your own demise, we ain't finna make it, I keep on saying, uh
I call, you call, both calls get missed, yeah, uh
One call, you back, I text, you piss, yeah, uh
I keep the roach, I smoke the tips
I hurt my thumb, I burn my lips and shit
I need to smoke to be straight, I gotta get me some bands
I cop the eighth like everyday, bro, all that shit for my mans
'Til I forgot to go pay, he tell me, "Never again"
Now I ain't even getting high no more

[SiR:]
Lil' mama fly as a plane, she got that G5 build
Thoughts of me dropping the top, don't make me handle the whip
I'm leaving smoke in this here, she 'bout to roll up again
But we ain't even getting high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even getting high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even getting high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even getting high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain't even getting high no more

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