Freddie Gibbs - Smoke Away The Pain lyrics

Gangstarr told you [?] Something to smoke to Something to ride to You can get high to and lie to [Freddie Gibbs - Verse 1] Now you know like I know I done blown every kind of do' you can blow Regulator, mid-grade, stress to the dro Then I went to Cali and I came upon some sh** that go 800 to 0 [?] King Kush, straight k**er, that's how I refer to it A pound ain't enough, you know I'ma burn through it Then my n***as gone be stuck when I put it in the air, mayne 14 grams in my drawers on the airplane [Bridge] Smoke like I never smoked before Green like I never seen before Woke up and smoked the bud, sky high (sky high) [Freddie Gibbs - Verse 2] Buds circulating like a Sunday paper Break my Swisher with my thumb, motherf** a razor n***a you's a liar if you say it don't phase ya That other kind of reefer can't get you as high as I take ya Take a hit of this, I call it down goes Fraizer, a clown don't pay ya [?] They come to my spot with minimal paper Want to cop a dino with just a nickel for later I keep a heat for feuding, got a cutie from Jamaica They say her daddy and her uncle grow it by the acre I wonder where it started, my need to blow trees? Ever since a teen I would proceed to smoke weed f** a punk job, I got a need for more cheese Tell me, who's more addicted, me or the dope fiend? n***as with no dreams let their nightmares k** them I promised to never let the ghetto turn me into a victim I swear there should be a law against living in this condition Making it to 21 wasn't part of my premonition But I did it, dro sack, lit it Pulled my drawers down at the top of the world and straight sh** it Told motherf**ers my flow was big business (Outta your range) I could make a n***a 10 digits (n***as is lame) All these n***as know is flip pigeons Get b**hes, keep a chopper with an extension, b**hless And I know I done did hella dirt But n***as is out of line, these kids is getting murked For real, the sh** hurt when I read it in the post Made me want to vacate my city and get ghost Tell my peeps and my folks that I'm out this b**h Fire up some k**er, about to flow my way up out this sh** Cause I was raised in these goddamn streets Plus I got much game, like my n***a Skrilla, been puffing since I was 13 Mary Jane only dame keep a n***a sane I break her down, roll her up and smoke away the pain - mayne [Freddie Gibbs - Outro] Smoke away the pain I'm looking in the paper man, there's dudes out there disrespecting the game man Running wild, k**ing these babies man, it ain't cool Shouts out to Charlie Real, Jordan Hunt A 4 month old, 23 month old getting k**ed And their mothers, Andrea Real, Gina Hunt Rest in Peace to all y'all Jazia Shaw [?], another baby getting gunned down at 15 months man (Rest in Peace) For real man, in the streets y'all n***as gotta slow down, that sh** for cowards bro Rest in Peace to all them Shout out to all my n***as Jay Beedo [?], sky high, DJ Rock, sky high, Skybox, sky high My n***a OJ, smoke something, Ironwood, sky high My n***a Roll, you know we stay sky high n***a Rest in peace Boots[?]! Smoking and riding, the world is cold baby Rest in Peace to Little Lord All my n***as, Midwest, sky high