Smoke DZA - Sour Hour lyrics

[Verse 1] Uh sick Young n***a from the illest block, them harlem n***as get it poppin' that's the realest drop Mourning my n***a Fred, dour doobies getting lit, sipping 'gnac to the head That was my man, I told him wait til I get to this bread Took one to the head, f**, I never see him again Inhale the reefer harder I was raised up hard, but you can see and feel my aura The streets is a mess n***a I'm blessed to even see tomorrow So k**a this one is for you, keep your spirit around I got a lot of living to do See I gotta feed my kids and em' too, lot a load to cop, shows to rock, and hoes to screw [Hook] This is my sour hour marathon (echo) Uh, they bullsh**, babble on Less talking, more smoking, carry on [3 times] [Verse 2] Uh, Right Smoke up, I hope you bring your lungs with you Shorty I ain't tripping, your friend she can come with you Just bring some papers, she sending me flicks of her tits, with smiley faces She dig my rugby flavors, before them other n***as did it You think I was a player? RLFC Yeah a lot of n***as jack, I think it's quite foul They follow the trend, but for me, it's my lifestyle Anytime you see me, it's a fresh one Adidas, raw labels, or some foam posits, check him Green house sour got my higher than a Jetson, Spacely, Sprocket You smoke pinheads, we smoke rockets Lame n***as still smoking up the profit in your packs Lawsuit blew it done f**ed up all the scratch What you running when your hamstring popped? I sh**ted on you n***as now it's back to the pot [Hook]x2