[Intro]
SKANK!!
( Like for real, Like, I don't get it! Like act like you know!
You Have To Know! Like Come On! )
[Verse 1]
I remember waking up 7:30 every morning looking for a spliff to smoke I was (Dipset) Rarely indicted, rarely would light it
Often I'm driving with chronic (Ahhh)
Same Ole Don maxin out Banaza (Dipset)
Use to play with the snow but I ain't trust in Santa Roanoke - And I’m still broke
Cashing out for iLL smoke
Figured shorty had no lungs but Gaht Damn
That was the kill toke (Dipset)
And my Pontiac sit like Ooh Wop Doo (Dipset)
Use to whip the (Q)45 cream butter too (Dipset)
And Shorty ass was mad fat
I ain't fronting bout you other niggas
Take you back 2007 and You Gets No Love My Nigga! So shut the fuck up, Yeah shut the fuck up
[Hook]
( Like bro, y'all niggas gotta understand
Ain't nobody put on for the country as hard as these niggas Like Bro!! The Most patriotic, These are fuckin
American Folklores, Like Come on, Y'all gotta know Im only 25, Like) Spit that shit Bro!
[Verse 2]
And as I, write these lyrics 3 days from 9/11
Bless all the Souls if nothin theres a heaven forreal
Gotta learn to stick together, We can manage this weather Trust me I know it gets better, I still
Wanna shed tears from the terror
As I smoke on this Herer - 1
Top shelf Sativa
Turned my plain jane to a Diva
So now i gotta keep her
She told me she a keeper
Im Harlems own distant family
From Me To U on headphones in a Camry, “Santana”
And its still nothin you can tell me when Im off the Mic (you feel me) I still prefer to taste my bud through a glass pipe
I Still prefer to drop her off the first night
I still prefer “Aye”, or “Oowww”
[Outro]
Thats Santana nigga, fuckin Back Like Cooked Crack
Watch ya Gaht Damn Mouth, Ion wanna hear shit you talking bout Y’am saying, and act like I heard “Confront Ya Babe” in 06
Nigga said, wave the Neener and make ya Adidas do the Short.. Im like who the fuck is this!? Y’am saying
Then DZA gone drop “THC” in 2010, I said Oooh, Okay
Word, okay, I know How to rap now