[Verse 1]

All I got is a vision and an eighth of pot

Old fucks think I'm shit cause I bake a lot

Young stone fucking dying in a vacant lot

Filthy Jazz all in her mind and she think I'm God

Seventeen with the wise of a fucking monk

And the nigga spit rock like fucking punk

And everywhere I tend to go niggas hate me

And hoes wanna rape me to blow on the fucking skunk

Nobody makes real shit in my generat'

I tell her "babe, I need grip, make it generate"

While I just showed her high in the drive

Think I'm wild, I'm like a perf to the game

On the ?peach?

Straight sipping straight lean punch

With my niggas six4

Mob through the city high

Mack to the freak hoes

Nothing but the scent of sativa to start my days

Cause stressing ain't in my ways

Expressions ain't in my face

I'm galaxy switching slowly

Ash it then hit the forty

The asses of bitches glory

You have it then sit it on me

I'm Aquaman

And cooler than who you fucking

I'd turn you into a goddess

No time as I use the rubber

Karate, I'd crane a rapper who says that Filthy is weak

My niggas is on the creed

Zombies for brain and lean

I came up out the ground and surrounded in New Orleans

And I'm pushing through the street

Fucking pushing through the street

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Mobbed up, smoking dank, fucking everyday

[Verse 2]

I open up your motherfucking mind, I'm devine

Smoking pine with an opened dime, sipping purple slime

And my vision is extraordinare

I said my vision is extraordinare

So many bitches in my head, and this bitch I led

And I been skipping school again, I need fucking bread

But I don't let it screw my head, I just free my head

And let the raps do my dread, tell you who I is

Had a vision I was

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