I got dabs I got hash I got marijuana smoke I’m done with the games and the motherfucking jokes So step up if you feeling out the vibes focused on the road positivity alive I was put in this world for a motherfucking reason I thank father god no matter what the season smoke in the air wish they’d stop fucking grilling me last one rich but the first to put a grill in me Gold on my teeth, I came came from beneath In the cold I was told nothing bitch I’m on my feet Sitting in my chair I might blaze up a blunt Bitches in the back got my boys in the front The chair moves cause I’m in a fucking vehicle Ride til I die but I pray for a miracle Fame ain’t shit, I’d rather be a brick Broken down passed around like your motherfucking bitch Enough with the hoes this goes out to all the men Fuck counting money count your motherfucking friends One less dude in crew could be fatal Fuck putting drugs in your motherfucking nasal And I got a record label motherfucker cura I’m still smoking bud and I’m still on the sauce I get drunk with the skunks and the punks Smoking funk getting cross faded til my breath done stunk Enie meeni miney moe money on my mind Duck duck goose on the loose running rhymes Wind chymes in the air ding ding like a bell Let me ask you this are you scared to go to hell Cause I am vibrant sirens live in time in time in time out you’re out no clout don’t shout yeah Work, that’s all I talk, you go get fucked you can go for a walk Terry fox inspiration to the nation as a whole I’m setting up setting down setting up some goals Kick it by the bridge with the motherfucking trolls, loving this soul bitches calling my phone I get down to the bone smoking cones with the homes