Foamposite Interlude

And I'm in my motherfucking bag, bitch, I'm finna spaz, yuh High ping, bitch, I lag, I smoke weed and I go dumb I pull up in old school Jags, I drive foreigns 'cause it's fun Can't rock purple, fuck that tag, that shit corny, that's for bums I rock old school Nike, got foams up on my feet Weatherman on my KD's rock those once a week On the yacht just like the Navy Seal, I'm hiding by the sea You can't see me like John Cena, cause I know that you so weak When I go up, bet I put my whole team on But I'm tired of giving handouts to them people who won't go hard And I'm posted with Bartesian and lil fitted at the bar I just hit the griddy like I found a fuckin' golden Scar It's the come up, I won't come down soon I been smoking weed all through the peak, ho I'm so screwed Going in psychosis, I lay down and I can't move Bitch, I'm in that stu', tryna rap but my screen blue, yeah, yeah (Yeah, smokedope) Yeah, mmm We love smokedope