"Father search my soul, take away my fear and doubts
Any smallness that you find there, Father cast it out
In Jesus name I pray"
Gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I been smoking, uh uh
(What motherf**er want the mac)
Gas gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, ga,s gas in my lungs
I been smoking, uh uh
Cause I ain't smoking to get high uh
I'm smoking to get by
And I'mma smoke 'til I'm normal
b**h I smoke cause I'm a stoner
I been smoking for like a hundred years
I ain't ever plan to stop
Everybody in my gang bust shots
And we toke gas 'till I broke a**, forget it
Wake up in the morning want hash - I get it
Wake up in the morning want gas - I get it
Stay up with a mac like [?] and [?]
Motherf**er I'm Riddick with a red eye
b**h motherf**ing ask yourself
In a foreign whip, race seatbelts
Blunt be bigger than an 80's cell
Catch me cap pilling drug dealing
Stealing cash f** you hiding out
We see yo a**, find you like we selling cats
sh** I don't even know man, I'm too stoned for this sh**
Gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I been smoking, uh uh
(What motherf**er want the mac)
Gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I been smoking, uh uh (paper platoon)
Cause I ain't smoking to get high uh
I'm smoking to get by
And I'mma smoke 'til I'm normal
Surprise motherf**er
You don't like my sh** I don't like you
f** yo' self and go listen to Wiz
I'mma make stacks and handle my biz
Follow your trends, follow your girl
While I f** the world
(follow yo' girl while I f** the world)
Follow your world and I f** the world again
(then I f** yo girl again like)
Uuuhhh, you don't want to want a marijuana
Smoking mothaf**a' that'll run up on yo' kids
Put a pipe bowl in yo b**h
Borrow your life like that's our sh**
f** all these cops tryna halt my bricks
(Last week when this sh** got deep)
Add to the rap sheet blood on my clique
Cause what happen when a pig run-up on a picnik
Oink
We have multiple suspects here
Hello motherf**er
Drop your weapon
*blam*
Gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I been smoking, uh uh
(What motherf**er want the mac)
Gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I got gas, gas, gas in my lungs
I been smoking, uh uh (platoon)
The goal is destruction, pure and simple
Your mind must be tuned to a new pitch
To go after your enemy all out - no holds barred
To hurt, to cripple, to k** - this is war
And now the walls is watching
Alone my saddle is scheming
Paranoid, am I dreaming
My squad look like demons
Spark
Shots from the bottle can't stop now
With a vision of my grave
Nightmares of my victims
And they say my name
(Joker laugh)
Uuhhh I'm coming for your throat
Platoon
Shoutout to J-k**a Crip
Platoon
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