Jae Millz - E.T.'s Finger lyrics

[Intro] Cuz I Felt Like It. That's why Hey Bronson. I wish you would have called me when you had this one This is one joint I'm mad I missed. Ya'll k**ed this but whatever... [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Rugby is getup. sh**, you know threads I wrote this while I was on the sh**ter. Rappin' in my head My n***a told me never give up. Hid me from Feds I told him, "I got you my n***a. I'mma get this bread" Lazy n***as ain't tryna get to the scratch They praying for a lighter load, I'm praying for a stronger back Know I'mma hold it down Started it from the half a O and flipped it into some pounds Old head like it's quiet on the streets Copped work and then sniffed off of the cross like Priest He like it's like what weed is for me I'm like to each my n***a, I'mma stick to these trees Kushed God give a brief sermon Three Kings in a cones, n***a keep burnin' Old school like hotboxin' in the Pathfind Marijuana totin' 'til I'm flatline Hello [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Salute to Kushed God, this my type o' talk I smoke long blunts 'cuz life is short Thinkin' of a master plan that I am Praying I ain't gotta revert to O's or back to grams All my n***as solid, I ain't worried So if they get snitched up, I ain't scared Pigs tryna wrap n***as, k**as tryna clack n***as Then you got these hoodrat b**hes tryna trap n***as I smoke loud then I get quiet Thinkin' bout the nearest bank vault, what's inside it His block got him ga**ed up, thinkin' he got it I turn his future pitch black, make his vision guided I'm a true Harlem n***a, you'll never see stocks Bucket on Tilt, cool milk with the T-top I told my mother wherever I go, I needs pot So when I die, bury me in the weed spot