[Intro Verse: D Dubb]

Take my hand

Don't worry ill take you to a distant land

Breath it in

The incense are still in the air and you're loving it

[Hook: D Dubb]

So come on thru

You got that drink in your hand

So Come on thru

You got that weed in your hand so ill take you there

I'll make your fantasy your reality so ill take you there

[Hook 2: Diamond Ace]

Now the room all filled with vapors

So many clouds in there air that a nigga tryna be your savior

Sometimes I don't even care

Plus the team about to do it major

These beats bumping over here, but the smoke make me wanna praise her

I tell my niggas burn the incense

[Verse 1: Awfthen]

Finally had it with these dark aromas

Put your city on the map and now they tryna own ya

All these negativities draining

Energies

Got a few crystals now this entity is steady see

I have a couple stories, but I rather not tell em. It's about the rap life, and how you rappers are sellouts

How you gonna sell your soul for any 'mount of dough, stick to your cards till you can play em fo sho

Forgot the Demons and evil beings walk amongst

Used to worry bout production till I got the plug up

Used to worry bout the lows until they spark the bud up

And now I'm bouncing on the flows while we blowing out the O's

Different types of foreign hoes, all the bottles on the flo

Like Should I be ashamed about the path I might've chose, about to lose my good to temptation. Hearts racing just hoping he can find a better placement in the place man

[Hook]

[Hook 2]

[Verse 2: Awfthen]

Let the fumes purify our spirits. Heighten our awareness, we can focus on emission

Project a better form of clarity, the infos missin

I'm just tryna be the greatest in this eastern district

My vicinity is hella vicious, full of crooks who wanna take away another's miss's

I feel the tension building up and its sorta sickening

Lord forgive me for my ways but I wanna find them days

Where the fam is getting paid and there ain't no worries

Now the blood is boiling up and my visions blurry

I don't wanna grab the steel dropping shots like curry

If the future looking bright then it better hurry

Lord knows, lord knows, that the paper is the goal. When you focus on the highs then you tend to leave the lows. Incense are getting blown, peep me Rollin up the smoke light it from the fucking stove take a puff and let it go so

[Hook]