Verse 1:
Light them blunts fat 3 5 in em
That match 9-5 I had to grind in em
I inspect the pack take my time with'em
Eyes blood shot
Pine designer leans
Hustle hard ,hustle hard n***a mine your business
The trouble start in the yard I know you'll be missing
Got shooters at a attention
They hit you for a tension
Ain't thinking bout the critics I know them b**hes listening
I'm playing my position
I started with a 50
Now I'm thumbing through that check now that sh** silly
This that inspiration
I had dedication
Now it's fortiago's
Riding on the pavement
Chorus:
Good kush, Good drank
I'm in another zone
Stacking paper my n***a
I gets my hustle on
Wish these hater's and critics
Leave me the f** alone
I'm getting blowed blowed
Verse 2:
S.T.R.A.P b**h
Know I kick that G sh**
Know we got that good drink
Know we keep that tree lit
Check out all these water diamonds
Bout to make her sea sick
Pocket's on a quater pint yeah they extra chessy
Wait till they relesase this bumping this sh** on [?]
Zone 6 n***as in the trap with me
Got 10 young gunners in the back of me
Got three chains white-stones
Like c**aine getting blowed
With my gang Ping pongin,blue flame
Never met a n***a like me before
I get 50 racks turn it to a hundred
Watch me move that pack like a track runner
Hundreds in in the sack blowing marijuana
Pint of codeine sip it like I want it
You lil n***as can't f** with the kid
Bossed up just look what I did
Talking cash like guap what it is
Imma young n***a keep lean like [?]
Hell yeah a n***a coming in by myself
Real street n***a's gone feel how I feel
Had to grind them years
Shine on my peers
Now we on columns flying
And hitting gears
Kush in my blunt
12 in my whip
Push that bu*ton bet that b**h disappear
Cost bouta brick for the Audamar
On the 35th floor it's a party here
Chorus:
Good kush, Good drank
I'm in another zone
Stacking paper my n***a
I gets my hustle on
Wish these hater's and critics
Leave me the f** alone
I'm getting blowed blowed