[Verse 1: Styles P]

Chain-smokin' the reefer help me get into my deeper self

Make the ground crack

Make the ether melt

Make the wind whirl

Make the river rise

Even pre-recorded the nigga live

You can't see the world through a nigga eyes

Hear through a nigga ears

Yeah, real nigga here

Ghost back

Space Ghost

I'll bake it up to keep the cake close

[Hook: Styles P]

Chain-smokin' the reefer help me get into my deeper self

Plug the mic in

Make the speakers melt

Touch me, I touch you;

Let the heater melt

I'm from the 'hood

Where everybody need the help

Chain-smokin' the reefer help me get into my deeper self

Plug the mic in

Make the speakers melt

Touch me, I touch you;

Let the heater melt

I'm from the 'hood

Where everybody need the help

You a follower, better lead yourself

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Materialistic, but wouldn't sell my soul for material

Homie die, we all go fly to the burial

In the slums I'm grand royal imperial

Who ride, burner with the scratched off serial

Niggas act funny when the money get made

But I ain't the turkey the honey glazed

Niggas'll eat your food like a plate that your honey made

I think of the Lefty and Sonny days

I inhale, I hold it in

Salute to the silence of all the golden men

Smoke touch the pain, but I just couldn't hold it in

Exhale, the pain stay

Used to pitch, the game didn't cancel on rain day

Cy Young; I'd rather live old than die young

And smile at death when my time come

[?] niggas even wonder where my mind from

[Hook: Styles P]

Chain-smokin' the reefer help me get into my deeper self

Plug the mic in

Make the speakers melt

Touch me, I touch you

Let the heater melt

I'm from the 'hood

Where everybody need the help

Chain-smokin' the reefer help me get into my deeper self

Plug the mic in

Make the speakers melt

Touch me, I touch you;

Let the heater melt

I'm from the 'hood

Where everybody need the help

You a follower, better lead yourself

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Powder, power, pretty bitches and pistols

Playin' you, prayin' them people do not get you

Real jack boys, them niggas will not strip you

Hit you, headshot; niggas will not miss you

Closed casket, your family will not kiss you

Fishscale niggas don't care about the fiscal

Time in the drought'll make a dope boy dismal

We can stick the spot, get paid; see the visual?

It's that easy, it's that quick

I'm after it, since crack dealers was pushin' Acuras

Time move forward and not backwards

Bastards; we take ours, we not askin'

[Hook: Styles P]

Chain-smokin' the reefer help me get into my deeper self

Plug the mic in

Make the speakers melt

Touch me, I touch you;

Let the heater melt

I'm from the 'hood

Where everybody need the help

Chain-smokin' the reefer help me get into my deeper self

Plug the mic in

Make the speakers melt

Touch me, I touch you;

Let the heater melt

I'm from the 'hood

Where everybody need the help

You a follower, better lead yourself

You a follower, better lead yourself