420 right
**(Intro)** *(Beat drops: A slow, laid-back, West Coast G-funk whistle mixed with a heavy Florida trap bounce. The slow bubbling of a water pipe, followed by a lighter flick and a deep, rattling cough.)* Yeah. 941 Savage. You know what time it is. You know what day it is. Every day in the swamp. Ewing tenfold. Let's elevate. Let's go. **(Chorus / Hook)** **Rolling up the heavy, yeah, we sparking the tree,** **Floating through the clouds, man, I’m feeling so free!** **Every single day is like a 420 vibe,** **Savage in the swamp, yeah, I’m leading the tribe!** **Got the jar fully loaded, got the paper and the glass,** **Hitting on the loud, yeah, I'm smoking on the gas!** **Leave the bullshit behind, let the worries all fade,** **Sitting in the cut, yeah, I got it in the shade!** **(Verse 1)** I wake up in the morning and I reach for the tray, Rolling up a blunt just to start up the day. I don't need a cup of coffee, I don't need a heavy pill, I just need a little green and some quiet on the hill. The Englewood sun is beating down on the pine, I'm puffing on the sticky and I'm feeling mighty fine. Got the resin on my fingers, got the ash on my shirt, I’m a 941 legend living out in the dirt. From the cell to the woods, yeah, I kept my mind right, I’m smoking in the morning and I'm smoking in the night. The smell of the diesel, the taste of the pine, When the 420 hits, yeah, the world is all mine. I'm stacking up the chips and I'm counting up the cash, Flicking off the lighter and I'm dropping off the ash! **(Chorus / Hook)** **Rolling up the heavy, yeah, we sparking the tree,** **Floating through the clouds, man, I’m feeling so free!** **Every single day is like a 420 vibe,** **Savage in the swamp, yeah, I’m leading the tribe!** **Got the jar fully loaded, got the paper and the glass,** **Hitting on the loud, yeah, I'm smoking on the gas!** **Leave the bullshit behind, let the worries all fade,** **Sitting in the cut, yeah, I got it in the shade!** **(Verse 2)** The trap phone is quiet, the county is still, I'm out here on the porch and I got time to kill. I'm rolling up a Backwood, fat as a thumb, Smoking on the gas till my face going numb. They stress about the drama, they stress about the ops, I’m blowing out a cloud that is hiding from the cops. My eyes getting heavy and my mind getting clear, Ain't a single bit of stress or anxiety here. I'm the second out of ten, I'm the one who survived, Now I'm sitting in the smoke and I'm fully alive. I gamble with the life, but I never gamble this, Every time I spark it up, it's absolute bliss. The cowboy gangsta with a pocket full of green, The heaviest smoker that you ever have seen! **(Chorus / Hook)** **Rolling up the heavy, yeah, we sparking the tree,** **Floating through the clouds, man, I’m feeling so free!** **Every single day is like a 420 vibe,** **Savage in the swamp, yeah, I’m leading the tribe!** **Got the jar fully loaded, got the paper and the glass,** **Hitting on the loud, yeah, I'm smoking on the gas!** **Leave the bullshit behind, let the worries all fade,** **Sitting in the cut, yeah, I got it in the shade!** **(Outro)** *(The beat slows way down into a chopped-and-screwed tempo. The G-funk whistle echoes out. The sound of a heavy exhale and crickets chirping in the Florida woods.)* Yeah. You can't buy this kind of peace. You gotta earn it. Ewing tenfold. 941. We in the clouds. Savage out. *(Sound of a lighter flicking one last time, and the track fades to silence)*
You may also like
Leave a comment
**(Intro)** *(Beat drops: A slow, laid-back, West Coast G-funk whistle mixed with a heavy Florida trap bounce. The slow bubbling of a water pipe, followed by a lighter flick and a deep, rattling cough.)* Yeah. 941 Savage. You know what time it is. You know what day it is. Every day in the swamp. Ewing tenfold. Let's elevate. Let's go. **(Chorus / Hook)** **Rolling up the heavy, yeah, we sparking the tree,** **Floating through the clouds, man, I’m feeling so free!** **Every single day is like a 420 vibe,** **Savage in the swamp, yeah, I’m leading the tribe!** **Got the jar fully loaded, got the paper and the glass,** **Hitting on the loud, yeah, I'm smoking on the gas!** **Leave the bullshit behind, let the worries all fade,** **Sitting in the cut, yeah, I got it in the shade!** **(Verse 1)** I wake up in the morning and I reach for the tray, Rolling up a blunt just to start up the day. I don't need a cup of coffee, I don't need a heavy pill, I just need a little green and some quiet on the hill. The Englewood sun is beating down on the pine, I'm puffing on the sticky and I'm feeling mighty fine. Got the resin on my fingers, got the ash on my shirt, I’m a 941 legend living out in the dirt. From the cell to the woods, yeah, I kept my mind right, I’m smoking in the morning and I'm smoking in the night. The smell of the diesel, the taste of the pine, When the 420 hits, yeah, the world is all mine. I'm stacking up the chips and I'm counting up the cash, Flicking off the lighter and I'm dropping off the ash! **(Chorus / Hook)** **Rolling up the heavy, yeah, we sparking the tree,** **Floating through the clouds, man, I’m feeling so free!** **Every single day is like a 420 vibe,** **Savage in the swamp, yeah, I’m leading the tribe!** **Got the jar fully loaded, got the paper and the glass,** **Hitting on the loud, yeah, I'm smoking on the gas!** **Leave the bullshit behind, let the worries all fade,** **Sitting in the cut, yeah, I got it in the shade!** **(Verse 2)** The trap phone is quiet, the county is still, I'm out here on the porch and I got time to kill. I'm rolling up a Backwood, fat as a thumb, Smoking on the gas till my face going numb. They stress about the drama, they stress about the ops, I’m blowing out a cloud that is hiding from the cops. My eyes getting heavy and my mind getting clear, Ain't a single bit of stress or anxiety here. I'm the second out of ten, I'm the one who survived, Now I'm sitting in the smoke and I'm fully alive. I gamble with the life, but I never gamble this, Every time I spark it up, it's absolute bliss. The cowboy gangsta with a pocket full of green, The heaviest smoker that you ever have seen! **(Chorus / Hook)** **Rolling up the heavy, yeah, we sparking the tree,** **Floating through the clouds, man, I’m feeling so free!** **Every single day is like a 420 vibe,** **Savage in the swamp, yeah, I’m leading the tribe!** **Got the jar fully loaded, got the paper and the glass,** **Hitting on the loud, yeah, I'm smoking on the gas!** **Leave the bullshit behind, let the worries all fade,** **Sitting in the cut, yeah, I got it in the shade!** **(Outro)** *(The beat slows way down into a chopped-and-screwed tempo. The G-funk whistle echoes out. The sound of a heavy exhale and crickets chirping in the Florida woods.)* Yeah. You can't buy this kind of peace. You gotta earn it. Ewing tenfold. 941. We in the clouds. Savage out. *(Sound of a lighter flicking one last time, and the track fades to silence)*
Bars: Perfect 💯 Delivery: Perfect 💯 Impression: Perfect 💯
I feel it! 🤜🤛