Stephen a Smith

Yea

You know what I'm saying man it's Planet Boot 2 bra

If you not high right now, if you not fried and you sober?

Don't listen to this joint bra it's not for you

808 Lang onna beat ****

Yea haha, lessgetit

The only thing that I can fail is a drug test

The shit that I sip is dirtier than incest

I roll up a jay when I'm bout to get dressed

All of my **** solid like an armrest

This the zotti I can tell by the smell

Serving them junkies out by the Shell

And I swear to God bro being sober

It doesn't make sense like an empty wishing well (Haha)

I got some shooters on go

I think I did too much LSD I'm moving so slow!

I'm tryna do me a show

Bad bitch foreign she invite me to her Château

My jays do damage like The Sith

I just wanna go to sleep but I'm tripping like shit

Sobriety is a myth

Light up a jay I get high and watch Stephen A Smith

The za put me in a box General Mills

Used to be fucked up off them pills

Every weekend a **** be high on the hills

I don't want the Wockhardt if I don't see the seal

Uh, this shit got me stuck I'm wordless

These **** still ask me to match, it's worthless!

The clip so long it can hang a shower curtain

I'm making a big play Plaxico Burress

Uh, I stay with the drip like an IV

I feel like The Joker you **** can't stop me

My hands keep shaking bro this the super zotti

Being high it's my personality not a hobby

808 Lang on the beat get to kranking this shit so I snap, no filter

My brain inna twist like the end of Thriller

My zotti so frosty it's matching the winter

If I can't get high nothing else matters

The junkies know I'm throwing zips Matt Stafford

Told a bitch I need my own space no matter

That shit was a bar not talking bout a tavern

I be high by myself

I do it for my health

And the shit that I smoke is top shelf

She just want my money I told her farewell

I be checking the plug's ETA like a hotel

The only thing that I can fail is a drug test

The shit that I sip is dirtier than incest

I roll up a jay when I'm bout to get dressed

All of my **** solid like an armrest

This the zotti I can tell by the smell

Serving them junkies out by the Shell

And I swear to God bro being sober

It doesn't make sense like an empty wishing well (Haha)

I got some shooters on go

I think I did too much LSD I'm moving so slow!

I'm tryna do me a show

Bad bitch foreign she invite me to her Château

My jays do damage like The Sith

I just wanna go to sleep but I'm tripping like shit

Sobriety is a myth

Light up a jay I get high and watch Stephen A Smith