Double back, we got it made, 30 racks in weed, no fat in the collard greens Off top, it's me, no cap, I don't bottle days Flax and grandmama rings on the fingers and fond of the thing Hollywood glee, no Bob Minista, James Harden Weak niggas guarding with peak, followers just like me I lost my phone and consequently all the feelings I caught from my GF My hands was on the wings, I took em off, had a story, Kareen against the bars My canteen was full of the poison I need, the trip is long and steep My innocence was lost in the east, amidst the thick exhaust I can hit the horny beat, mention my sin is strong, we all that we need But don't call me brother no more, I keep my sentences short Stack Pendleton keep me warm in the winter, Sufis cup not hitting the floor New rebuttals for the city boy, who would truly love a visit from us My soul and my heart all in it, keep fishing, God the macabre Finish and miss my pop, dudes might just hit me Depending how I play my cards, the wind whisper to me, ain't it hard I'm way to beat, the light shimmering from a star Cognitive dissonance shattering and the necessary venom restored As if it matters if you think it matters anymore Cause *** be happening with quick results, they couldn't fathom all the damage that had to get done Piglets in the barrel, we cooking up, don't get a sparrow, no heron Rune us in that dance, tune to the sheriff, deadly flowers bloom Howling rapidly, we stare at you and say a prayer Let's take it down like curry and pigeon, 50,000 roots None of em rigid, some of em wicked, how they groom