Sitting back in my chair, high as Wiz Khalifa

Eating pizza while taking hits off the reefa

I don't remember shit, like I got amnesia

Leaning to the left like the leaning tower of pisa

No longer stressed out, I'm relaxed completely

Roll a joint so neatly then smoke it discretely

Cause cops being sneaky, they try and defeat me

But they can't beat me, outsmarting them is easy

I grew up in the suburbs, but my mind is urban

Rap's the only thing I'm learnin', Fuck a sermon

I'm a burden, to parent's organs, I'm distrubin'

But I don't give a fuck, I'm a keep puffing and workin'

I determine my own motherfucking destiny

I will never let no one, get the best of me

Keeping my rhyme complexity, is a necessity

The chemistry of my flow shows supremacy

Which is why you sit there, head nodding back and forth

Tapping ashes off your joint, knowing you're only going north

Reflecting on the life I was given

Hitting weed like I just got out of prison

After a long day of being a villain

I'm sitting back, smoking, and just chillin'

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Puffing on the dankest shit in the area

Fearing nothing never feeling hysteria

Cause my mind is numb, THC is soothing

I'm only improving, forward's where I'm moving

Never taking time to reverse or write free verse

Keep focus and don't get worse is what I rehearse

Fuck anyone who wants to put me in a hearse

Over jealousy, hatred, or cause of a verse

But critics can suck a dick, they don't effect me

One day someone will finally respect me

For going through this shit, no one will neglect me

Anymore, but I can't let dreaming infect me

Cause once I lost focus, my raps will start to suffer

But I'll stay straight, even when it starts to get tougher

But for now, I'm chilling letting this weed cover

Up my pain, hoping it can help me recover

Reflecting on the life I was given

Hitting weed like I just got out of prison

After a long day of being a villain

I'm sitting back, smoking, and just chillin'

*Repeat 1x

Sitting back, wondering what goes through people's mind

When they take a hit from a bowl for they first time

Are they trying to find an outlet from the grind?

Or are they trying to fit in? or both combined?

The mainstream for a teenager is to get baked

So the pussies who don't take risks, they start to fake

So they can look cool, and not put their health at stake

But I hate people like this, they make my brain ache

I take a hit to shift off this negativity

And start thinking about the gift god has given me

The ability to express myself in lyrics

Hoping, yet knowing that someone will hear it

So I'm happy, totally faded, with a smile

Determined to always go that extra mile

Never get overwhelmed, no matter how big the pile

Gets, just strap up, continue on while still in style

See, that's the issue facing most people today

Too much complaining, not enough want to slay

The source of pain, anguish, and feelings of dismay

But what do I know? I'm just a teen gone astray

Who chooses to get high on Kush and write rhymes

Watch time fly by, do crimes, but never do time