Cush God, bitch
I'm always quarantined, nigga
I'm chillin' like a motherfucker
I don't like niggas anyway
Perfect time to not pass weed
I've been on that agenda
Remember
Yeah
Cush God, bitch
Yeah
I make this easy
Look, he's alright, but he's no dizzler
Jams with the K-Dots, Jaders, and Mac Millers
Over ten joints and go figure
CGI couldn't make it more realer
From the area, no killer, son
What security?
My cousin, a urban terrorist
In front of Liberty
Did a nigga like Joey Yalo in Little Italy
George Cush pushing the button, that's my ability
You gotta be shittin' me, nigga
What you earn, you in the way
I don't wanna be a little too concerned
You don't know, you shouldn't get in tune
Try to learn, you can't touch me like I'm Sosa, nigga
Germs, L's burn, shells burn too
Sold out shows in Japan and Melbourne too
Killer flow, heroin proof
Plus, I'm gettin' way too much, yo
For me to dwell on you
Two steps forward while I hold my breath
Rather feed them high than spend my whole life stressed
Rather fold up this paper than fold under pressure
Bop me an elbow to cope with depression
Need me some Enzo, you know I'm a savior
Sell it, come hell or high water
This scale think I'm selfish
Late before breakfast
Off a good measure
Bought from a chemist
All of December
Off of the Richter, yeah
Off it forever
Offer me two drugs
Want them together
Big Pip professor
I hold lectures and I'm back on schedule
Edibles sold separate and I'm high, goddammit
Got off this planet cause my mind's all many
How many brain cells have I lost already?
Pour up my poison to highball glasses
Ay, yo, let's take a walk through my mind
Could be cool or could be waste of time
See, I just can't find the words to say
Probably cause I'm mixing all type of drugs up in my brain
Ay, yo, we ain't fuckin' with no lane
We ain't fuckin' with no lames
You should recognize the name
Fourteen
We ain't the same
We on some different *
They said be yourself
Well, this is it
Sometimes life is good
Sometimes life a bitch
Sometimes a robin hood
Sometimes a robin chips
Hey, just to snack on
Half gone, I pack bongs
You only live once and it don't last long
Yeah, so make the most before you is a ghost
Light your bloods up
And let the bitches roll
To the girls who never had me
And the kids who can't stand me
But they shouldn't understand me
It's * what I can't be
Horsepower stampede
Crossword Stanley
Receptive like Pambis
Curved churches cause pews make me antsy
High on my supply, all inside of my pantry
Yeah, I had a dad at home
He loved being mad at home
Drug never sat alone
Horse put the saddle on
Beef heat the cattle
Y'all pussy like a hammock dog
Battle final boss
With one life left
* mirrors
Never have to say
Yo, my wife left
Like a tree, how I dialogue
Warming up the globe
Gassed up past the Holocaust
Licking molly off of labials
Fine line I always cross
Yo, cyanide in my nana sauce
Cyanide in my nana sauce
Cyanide in my nana sauce