Released on January 1, 2009

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[Verse 1]

Look into my wallet

Found some change for your life

And maybe a new car or some brain from your wife

You probably never thought of how the sames are alike

And probably never tried to pull the dark from the light

I'm higher than a kite, while I'm riding on a bike

Through Amsterdam fields, with a head full of pills

And half of my face is numb

Pour some Neapolitan on the racist's tongue

This Chevy's a sixty-seven but the race is young

But she gives good brain but her ass is dumb

I have no one to blame, Obama nor Bush

I just need a little hug from a bag full of kush

I just need a little hug from a bag full of kush

That's it


[Verse 2]

Lemme take you back, thinkin' real hard

Way before I started doin' this rap

Just a young boy with a nice dream

Tryin' to get a puff of wheels on this real life thing

Tryin' to make her feel, tryin' to make a mil'

In this rap game but I ain't thinkin' it was real

They ain't takin' me serious but I'm 'bout to let you know

I ain't nothing with these jokes

Nice and smooth like a blunt of kush

But I can go real hard like some [?] kush

Amsterdam lookin' in your system

Got a nigga feelin' like he on swisha