[Verse 1: Knightowl]

I'm lighting one up and I'm taking a puff

I'm standing alone at the dock of the bay

I am in love with Mary Jane

Then I commence to trip, the brain

Smoking the herb when I roll on the way to the pad

And then suddenly I had a thought

Loading my clip and I started to trip

Then spotted the fool that I wanted to hit

So I had to blast him, putting his ass in the past

I'm insane but who is the brain from the crime that I do

And I don't even like you

I be the loco that is on a mission full of ammunition

I'm smoking them all the bullets, I'm dishing, there's no competition

You're not my homie, you don't even know me, you better get back

The Knightowl's equipped with the clip that I bring to the battles I'm in so you know Imma win

All of the time when I got to do crime, putting them all in a bed

Is where they wish they were

Instead of being paralyzed, they realize

They shouldn't have messed with the man that'll smoke

Leaving the family broke

Is what I do best I'm ripping the heart out your chest

And leaving a big bloody mess

When I'm rolling them vatos they better look out por que soy malo

The straight caga palo when I be packing them slugs that be hollow

[Chorus: Kozme]

I like the way you make me feel when you're inside

Lighting up the dank trying to catch a high

I love the way you roll me up and hit me from behind

Pass it to my homies so they can touch the sky

It's just the little things you do that make me want to stay

Pinching off the sack, roll another dime

Just take another hit of me and you will feel okay

Smoking on my indo so I can write my rhymes

[Verse 2: Kozme]

Bring it, bring it on, light another bong and hoping that it stays lit

So put another screen, pack another bowl, and take another hit

All the pope, she is one of a kind

Roll her up, light her up, inhale and recline

So Mrs. Mary Jane, please say that you're mine

I love you by the ounces and I love you by the dimes

Every time you walk by, you always seem to blow my mind

You've got me on the rise as I pursue to incline

And I see; me and you sitting in a tree, P-U-F-F-I-N-G

Smoking on the dank, filling up my tank

Turn up the notch to hear my base bone crank

Through the San Gabriel Valley is where I reside

There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to hide

As you collide into that smoke you'd be never coming back

Don't underestimate the power of the buddhasack

[Chorus: Kozme]

I like the way you make me feel when you're inside

Lighting up the dank trying to catch a high

I love the way you roll me up and hit me from behind

Pass it to my homies so they can touch the sky

It's just the little things you do that make me want to stay

Pinching off the sack, roll another dime

Just take another hit of me and you will feel okay

Smoking on my indo so I can write my rhymes

[Verse 3: Knightowl]

Another day I'm up in the morning got all my trapos creased

I'm on the way to go see me a hyna so I grab my piece

I'm on the wrong side of the tracks, I got to be ready to battle Nobody I trust, I got my own back, I'm followed by my shadow Times keep on slipping into the future

I'm getting no younger but its the younger ones that'll shoot you

Them little vatos try to get loc as I'm taking a puff of the smoke

I'm taking your breath, I'll lead you to death

My lines, you buy like meth

When you're listening to rhymes like these, vatos envy

You send me a demo and want me to listen to that when you be wack

All them fools get done, I be the one that is connected

Corrected, they stand cause I'm the one running the land

The Knightowl be badder than most

I'm whipping them all then I'm ghost

I be the nut that is ready

So bring it on down no matter how many I coast

I be sick when I be flowing

And all of them levas be knowing

That a vato like me be the real OG, 6-1 N-I-N-E

[Chorus: Kozme]

I like the way you make me feel when you're inside

Lighting up the dank trying to catch a high

I love the way you roll me up and hit me from behind

Pass it to my homies so they can touch the sky

It's just the little things you do that make me want to stay

Pinching off the sack, roll another dime

Just take another hit of me and you will feel okay

Smoking on my indo so I can write my rhymes

I like the way you make me feel when you're inside

Lighting up the dank trying to catch a high

I love the way you roll me up and hit me from behind