Released on April 20, 2020

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Just like the smooth

Rhodes

This is a new

Road

I’m tryna see how the cruise goes

Your shit is fools gold

No colder

Than the bowl

Ripper

My zipper

Down

When I roam

Through

My home

Bitch

I wouldn’t wanna be around

When the chrome itch

Don’t pitch

Me a throw

If I’m not open

Don’t bitch

Just grow

Up not down

Town

Wanna drown me

Or crown me

It fluctuates

Upstate

I can cop

Me a pound

For the ground low

Or I can get a brown

Bag full of old

E

See P-Tree

Resourceful

Got a whole list

Twist O’s quick

No crack

Just wholesome

Foliage

No longer

Nomadic

But my home switched

And my homies dipped shit

I’ll find my way back

I find my way back

To the path

Once traveled

Axe

In hand

Can’t ask

Your man

To find mе

Cause my plan

In action

Back when Jason

Had the subi

Back bеfore

You knew

The real me

These feelings

Packed into

Me

Now that

You withdrew

Em

Haven’t even talked

To homie

Since I saw that he was going

Through a tough

Time

Fucked up

Tryna hit his ass up

But to no fruition

Missing

Shit from my past sucks

And I gotta keep

My glance

On the mission

Gotta keep persistent

That

I’m gonna get the bad

Luck

On the low side

Tryna stay high

As I can

While my eyes

Open

Ever since I had

The pine

Cone nugs

To the hydro

Plug

Drugs

Besides

Weed

Weren’t for me

But I tried em

And I lied

To you love

And the

Price

Of the thrill

Was to kill us

Stop us in our tracks

Imma roll up what

Till I got

Me the mindset

Desired

Imma keep it

How I live

Peaking

Never seemed

Like it could be acquired

I’m roll up them spliffs

Imma smoke all day bitch

Wait

I already said that shit

Short term memory

In the damn garbage

The damage

Ain’t the type

To be fixed with a bandage

Right

Mixed

Feelings

Handle it

Night

After night

With a knife

In my hand

Stray

From the plan

Stay

Away

Standing

Can’t put ace

On your face

Or behind

It

Time

Is the guy

Said to be reliant

On

I am

Gone

Drawn

Out

When the sun down

Some clowns

Smiling

I’m

Just piling

Problems