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[Intro] Cuz I Felt Like It. That's why Hey Bronson. I wish you would have called me when you had this one This is one joint I'm mad I missed. Ya'll killed this but whatever... [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Rugby is getup. Shit, you know threads I wrote this while I was on the shitter. Rappin' in my head My nigga told me never give up. Hit me from Feds I told him, "I got you my nigga. I'mma get this bread" Lazy niggas ain't tryna get to the scratch They praying for a lighter load, I'm praying for a stronger back Know I'mma hold it down Started it from the half a O and flipped it into some pounds Old head like it's quiet on the streets Copped work and then sniffed off of the cross like priest He like it's like what weed is for me I'm like to each my nigga, I'mma stick to these trees Kushed God give a brief sermon Three Kings in a coms, nigga keep burnin' Old school like hotboxin' in the Pathfind Marijuana totin' 'til I'm flatline Hello [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Salute to Kushed God, this my type o' talk Letras de cancionesI smoke long blunts 'cuz life is short Thinkin' of a master plan that I am Praying I ain't gotta revert to O's or back to grams All my niggas solid, I ain't worried So if they get snitched up, I ain't scared Pigs tryna wrap niggas, killas tryna clack niggas Then you got these hoodrat bitches tryna trap niggas I smoke loud then I get quiet Thinkin' bout the nearest bank vault, what's inside it His block got him gassed up, thinkin' he got it I turn his future pitch black, make his vision (?) I'm a true Harlem nigga, you'll never see stocks Bucket on Tilt, cool milk with the T-top I told my mother wherever I go, I needs pot So when I die, bury me in the weed spot From Letras Mania