STUPID FT. KID ANDRE (PROD BY. MARRASFALL x BRKYOSLF)

[ENVIOU$]
rollin up so many blunts
bitch I don’t know what to do
ridin with ZETTA and MUDAH
you know that we movin 
i got me my new crew 
bitch I keep my blade tucked
keep a strap we bout to shoot
yeah you know that’s how it is
and you know that’s what it do
i’ve been chokin, overdosing
hoping that I’m okay
thinkin the weed will ease the pain
but it never feels the same
mane I need a new escape 
but I guess I’ll spark a j
man I’m always feelin drained
this is just another day

[RO$ETTA]
take the buddha, roll it up
mothafucka light the blunt
and let it pass around
til our lungs get stuffed
cuz i need to get little bit faded
before i get paid 
it just lightens my spirits up so
when you see me around, about
all in your area, know that i’m never not high
just look in my eyes, are they low?
are they red? am i never not one with the sky?
you know, i’m stoned 
a couple of hoes and i’m making them blow O’s
you know, we smoke
so pull out the ink let me light up that indo
dro got me slurring
vision blurry cuz i’m off that ink
lay back in my bed 
it hit my head that w-e-e-d

[MUDAH]
smokin a blunt to relax 
and take the stress up of my mind 
MUDAH been going and going 
through all the emotions 
it’s time to take that flight 
roll up the blunt
light that shit up
and turn them motherfucking speakers up
ILL MINDED ready to blow
explode from all the fucking indo smoke 
so just for the night 
i leave that shit behind
and roll with ILL MINDED and vibe 
you know we slowly creeping with the 9 
ride through 505
you know we blowing smoke 
and getting high 
that’s ILL MINDED style 
roll up the joint
and set that bitch on fire
sending us straight to the sky

HIGH IN THA 505

HIGH IN THA 505 (PROD. RO$ETTA)

Am I Going Manic Again?

LYRICS

Verse I
Painting the surfacing so grey 
Flaming the haters today 
Pressing the gas no breaks 
$limmy the ghost? Okay

Running up all my time like a race 
Probably Im the outcast 
Of the small place
Wicked don’t sleep
Just reap we just may 
Reigning like a plague 
Non slip hydroplane 
Hate on my wave 
But you know I bring the sting
Switch up the flow
But you noticed my flame
Switch up the flow
Just like my blade 

CHORUS 
Running up all of my time Like a race
Probably in the outcast of a small place 
Wicked don’t sleep just reap 
We just may
Reigning like plague 
Nonslip hydroplane 

Verse II
Looking up to heaven 
While I lay down on concrete 
No need for discussion
I’m too dead to you like zombie 
Black suede draped down 
From head to toe stay far from me 
To damn tired of this bull shit 
That’s commonly 
Ain’t my time call me insane 
Now fuck off me

NO SLEEP FOR THE WICKED

My Hood Is Your Hood

Crawfish Boil

Mrs. Scott

Choctaw

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THE HEART IS DECEITFUL ABOVE ALL THINGS

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