Ain't Even Worth It (feat. TrkFlr)

Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit

Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit

The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich

When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this

Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit

Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit

The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich

When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this

If it's Blunt Wrap on the beat, then already I know it's heat

His dumbass tried to sneak, now he's six pieces up shits creek

We got molly and ketamine, LSD, we laying sheets

And I ain't serving no goofy, but you can still pay for the feat

I hit Cancun for them xans, and then nap and lay on the beach

You thought that was your mans, but he rat, back on the streets

I used to lend a helping hand, but now he nobody to me

Ain't got no shotgun in my seat, this Glock hold 30 and a beam

They was flexing onna gram, a ham ain't always what it seems

He was yapping out his mouth, couldn't even have no time to breathe

And I ain't really with the cappin I just let my action speak

I'm getting active while y'all napping, don't worry go back to sleep

And it's tragic how y'all trappers hit dispos for bags of weed

They just taxing for the package, come grab a bag off of me

I'm in traffic, tripping acid, not lacking, I'm strapped with heat

I'm driving faster, have to hit the post office send half a sheet

Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit

Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit

The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich

When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this

Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit

Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit

The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich

When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this

Banx pourin four's up, geek with my soldier

Muddy up my soda, we flooded in a coma

Fuck what they told us, please don't lose focus

I can't calm down, everything in slow motion

I can't talk now, bitch, my body in the ocean

I'm kicking it with Woe bitch, our minds up in orbit

We make them forfeit, this shit you can't ignore it

I get behind the wheel of your mama whip and floor it

Riding dirty, if I get flicked, I'll pray to someone they don't find the 30

Pull up, smoke your weed and then I dip, I know they never heard me

Kicking with the Chefs, I'm making sure the hunger never hurt me

I be fresh to death, them fits you putting on ain't even working

That shit ain't even worth it

Posted with your baby and she say I'm perfect

She make me lunch and then I fuck until like four:30

I just took like 17 tabs, this shit is not working

Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit

Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit

The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich

When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this

Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit

Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit

The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich

When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this