Sativa High - The Prelude And The Recluse lyrics

[Intro: d**h The Kid] d**h The Kid! SativaHigh Beats [Verse 1: d**h The Kid] d**h the f**in' Kid, I did what I did I had to take it back to my days as a kid I got the f**in' dope packed in a sack Skin white like coke, two b**hes and a half Spendin' all these racks, I gets all this paper I see you later like "hasta luego" I does what I do, I ain't worried 'bout the opps Young white girls with the parents, call the cops Cause I keep it hot, yeah, their daughter burnin' up She 'bout to get buck when my crew turnin' up And sure enough, I became the teacher Had this girl droppin' panties, I ain't even meet her I'm a p**y eater but I f**s with the lazy route And in the f**in' drought, I brang all the haze out Resupplyin' loud, I stay up in the clouds Not just groovin' sound, we move it by the pound We ill in this piece from the sky to the ground And I be like the pitcher cause I'm high off a mound Fire up the loud and God bless the blunt wrap The pace we smoke at, y'all can't even front that Your b**h get jumped at, we off the chain I scoff at lames cause I'm off the grain All black frames with the ghost-white chain Motherf**er, please, yeah you know, my mane Ain't nobody in my lane, cause I'm not on the road I keep so many trees so I stay gettin' blowed Got your b**h on her knees, yeah, I stay gettin' blowed Your b**h do it for free then I bust my load I smoke these O's, yeah, I smoke on designer kush Weed leaf inscribed inside her designer bush Got a 420 tattoo on her designer tush Her picture in the magazine, but I'm in the book History books bedazzled with my picture You motherf**ers couldn't handle the friction You motherf**ers only trust superstition I'll push your cap back with no intermission The name is Proof Rock, I got the youth talk Walk it out, that's what I call a truth-walk All this Babylon best just move back Speakers 'bout to melt cause my lyrics is too hot [Outro: d**h The Kid] d**h The Kid! d**h The Kid!