[Verse 1 - Chester P]

We used to throw coins two heads three tails

Street life, me and all the kids are into retail

Brown, white, stones, ice, I was into weed sale

This is just the way it is, and these are minor details

(Fuck life)

Fuck it like a hooker in a police cell

And walk a crooked path until ya know your blistered feet smell

(Damn right)

Talking like you're givin' it the herpes

And while you're busy fuckin' it, ya find out where the purse be's

Then ya look around for suttin' new

And see the governors that govеrn us are busy fucking you

This fuckin' life's hell, it's morе than just a light spell

And anyone who feels the same can raise a fucking light well

I might sell, cannabis, sativa, a la hydro

Piff smoke, truly a believer in the nitro (booster!)

Make you sit and question where the night goes

'Cus life's slow and I can out twist any cyclones

So if ya have some marijuana I advise ya

Save a pipe for Mr. Krueger when ya drive home

My fuckin' thoughts are so deep I need a lifeboat lately

You're fuckin' with a tightrope baby!

[Hook]

Ching ching

Now all the kids are into retail

This is just the way it is and these are minor details

Piff smoke, truly a believer in the nitro

You're fuckin' with a tightrope baby

Ching ching

Now all the kids are into retail

This is just the way it is and these are minor details

Piff smoke, truly a believer in the nitro (skanking!)

[Verse 2 - Farma G]

We used to knock down ginger at a loose end

Night time slyly gettin' high with a couple friends

Kids are funny when they're selling you a one gram

Dusty bag of weed with more front than a fat man (I stand!)

Witness to the lack of common sense

That if your product isn't good

They only make a couple pound and pence (skanking!)

Now all the kids are into retail

Totally divided in their efforts for the resale (ching ching)

And if you wanna hold a corner down

And form a fucking super group of Jack White and Bobby Brown

With every single breath stressed deep inside your chest

Tryna love a cheating likkle bitch called Elizabeth

I used to smoke the wacky baccy 'til it turned me mad

And every single pound I had was spent on purchasing a bag (Why that?)

But if you have some Jacky Dacky you can pour me couple shots

And we can drink until we're happy (right?)

So 'til you meet about the highest grade

And boast about how great the bloody taste was of this fucking buzz

And next time you're feeling crazy better mind

'Cus you could end up like a crackhead baby!

[Hook]

Ching ching

Now all the kids are into retail

This is just the way it is and these are minor details

Piff smoke, truly a believer in the nitro

You're fuckin' with a tightrope baby

Ching ching

Now all the kids are into retail

This is just the way it is and these are minor details

Piff smoke, truly a believer in the nitro (skanking!)