Released on March 8, 2019

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Imma roll up my green, fuck yea I'm a fiend

Yes I love my weed, I be smokin collard greens

All on my own, bitch I do not owe a thing

Yes you know bitch I do my own thing

I've been workin so hard now let the choir sing

Been on this grind ever since I was a kid

Lookin at sold out shows daydreaming in the crib

See I got a cup of ice, now the homie's wanna sip

I've been in the studio tryna discover my sound

My homie's would leave n I'd go another round

Fightin day n nights w my fuckin mind

Tryna figure out if it's worth all this grind

In the studio I've been spending hella time

I've been doin nothin but conversing thoughts into rhymes

But I ain't waste a fuckin dime

Cuz I figure I wanna do this the rest my life

Make music n inspire to the culture alike

Imma roll up my green fuck yea I'm a fiend

Yes I love my weed, I be smokin collard greens

All on my own, bitch I do not owe a thing

Yes you know bitch I do my own thing

I've been workin so hard now let the choir sing

Been on this grind ever since I was a kid

Lookin at sold out shows daydreaming in the crib

See I got a cup of ice, now the homie's wanna sip

Yes call me a king

Perhaps even goat

I'm jus playin I'm jus startin on the road

Tryna work my way to the fuckin top

One day yea trust me I'll get my shot

Cruising round the 717 in my coupe

Rollin round like there ain't nobody but you

Chillin the studio rollin up the woods

Best bet your ass, they smack good

Yes ma'am I've been workin on this shit for some days

Bein on the grind the only way you get paid

Unless you some lil rapper that doesnt write what he say

Thinkin hes at the top but he gonna fall off one day

But I'll be right on top lookin at em from my private plane

I'll be lookin at em like damn yall all so lame

While your fans turn to me n tell everyone the name

Bitch I'm sorry but you jus lost the game

Imma roll up my green fuck yea I'm a fiend

Yes I love my weed, I be smokin collard greens

All on my own, bitch I do not owe a thing

Yes you know bitch I do my own thing

I've been workin so hard now let the choir sing

Been on this grind ever since I was a kid

Lookin at sold out shows daydreaming in the crib

See I got a cup of ice, now the homie's wanna sip