Verse 1:
Back in the days, when I was young
I would see green leaf as seed for the fiend.
Up until about fifteen I would think these thing:
Keen is the seeker of the abstainer, ragers havens for fakers
Losers abusing sip and that stank dank
Um, I'm a grown man, and I understand, that I damned a gram
And blessed a high, only when the reigns rest in your hands
When I see judges I, wanna start thuggin' slide
Up and bust them in public with a brick, my dick they can s** it, nut bustin'
I realized, "I'm frontin' confrontin' my a**umptions
Busters they love it judgin' the puffin"
My vice is ruffin' muff up concussion chumps
I stomp until stomachs slump up through vomit, stop it
co*kblockin' co*k and them ganja rockets
Live your own life and I'll live mine
Everything's fine when you mind your own mind instead of mine
I like what I like, and I do what I want, ‘cuz I do what I like
Chorus:
You radical, it's low-tide, shut down, picking on the fade
We get faded (faded)
We f** b**hes (b**hes)
We get money (money)
We sip Henny (Henny)
(‘til the day I die)
You radical, it's low-tide, shut down, picking on the fade
We slang crack (crack)
We shoot n***as (n***as)
We smoke dro (dro)
We get riches (riches)
(‘til the day I die)
Verse 2:
Reasons sit twisted in heathens seeking to get a fix
But me, I'm laughing at kitties sitting in pools of puke
I don't think different of losers
Because they're losers before and after the fact
That they drank a handle of Jack
I stayed away from liquor
‘cuz I thought it made me cool as Hitsugaya's bankai
I stayed away from reefer, to be just like my dad
But then I forgot his voice
The only way I would puff trees was if Lucy Liu came up to me
Presented a “g” and a Swisher Sweet
And promised to let me play hide and go seek
Deep in them cheeks, capiche?
I'm already nuts
I don't need d**, you don't want to see me f**ed up
If I touched the stuff, my mind might bust
n***a get gone off a pinch of the bud
Swag Section:
Smooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooke
Chorus