effin round verse

we smoke to get high you old and i been fly haters hate me dont know why no lie sendin shots when i roll by came up on the grind tryna get high so i roll me up a dime tryna ease my mind its like my thoughts get blocked while im tryna spit these rhymes never had a dope watch so i aint got the time go about ya business while u here tryna chime stay in ya own lane dont cross my mine and everything will be just fine