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