Yo, light that cigarette, I'm trippin'
Ash it on my -
Taking my dose, I never skip it
Still in my hood, a pistol gripping
Still got a hundred blunts
Got that Bape up in my cup
Stay with a - in the cut
Who stay with my - in her guts
Wetto the King of the Grey
Self park, I don't - with the valet, sheesh
Private jet, - a delay
Went to Paris and back in a day
Okay, no, I'm never okay
Bitch, stop asking
Came up, supported my family
Just for that, they should give me a Grammy, uh
Running and ducking the slammer
Thinking 'bout cocking the hammer
The lights, the glitter, the glamor
None of this - even matters
None of this - make me happy
Wound up in rehab instead of a casket
Locking me up and they had the rooms padded
Made a straight jacket my fashion
Ruby da Mother -
Grim reaping, I'm undercover
Soul seeking, I found another -
Who's thinking that I'm her lover, no
Reason I keep on shrugging
Blunt is cashed, let's keep 'em coming
Only weed keeps me from bugging and from seeking out more destruction
I'm a pro at self-doubt, but I doubt I'll ever know
That these bitches want me to fly 'em out
Just because I upped the glow
All these -boys wanna be me, but they keep it on the low
And talk - about me and my cousin
While we're thumbing through our dough
All this fame is such a curse, sometimes I wish I was a ghost
Watch me raise the -ing dead next time I'm on stage at a show