The Reefer (Explicit)

Now, let's elevate this session with a chalice

Be resistant to imbalance

And gain your distance from malice

A black hippy dig deep and act quickly

They're talking that crap from far

Good thing I can't lip read

Whiskey and south cuisine,

Lately I'm that picky

Strict with the lashes,

Just a regular ass whipping

Whip made of grass and leaf

Straight out a magazine

Gripping a dab,

So if I'm switching adapt with me

Here we go again now

Blow trees with my OG's, all 4 seasons

I'm gone

Grow ****, it's that Norwegian,

That Northern Lights, said I'm blown

So polite when I'm on one

No-one likes a tight rolled one

Loosen up, my producer tough,

You don't do'z enough to hit home runs

Yeah, laid back we don't do *******

Blunt wrapped hydro, pink rosé

That's where I go, frees on Sway

"Please don't stray"

Mom still praying that the beast don't prey

Freeze your frame

Stay the path, keep the faith

Streets go dark, but the beats ok

And so I'm staying with the...

Hippy gang all up in the photos

Switching lanes on 'em in the morning like

OoOoOoOoo

There they go, car smoking like

OoOoOoOoo

Town to town, looking for an open mic

Litty thangs popping in the ozone

Chitty Bang,

Riding through the city with my niggi, like

OoOoOoOoo

Ready rolled strawberry ****

OoOoOoOoo

Second home, your stereo

There they go, there they go

Acapulco from Mexico

That's that gold with that heavy smoke

But, you already know

I clutch that twice or make a device

I'm talking a bong or maybe a pipe

Taking a flight, Arabian nights

Magic carpet, alien lights

Donna Júanita

It's just been an honor to meet ya

I'm caught up in all of your features

Please jus let the police busts cease,

We're jus puffing The ******

They call it the chronic or cheeba

******ing a Marley but these blunts here,

Man I can't even reach up

Shxt this indica's got me like

Hands up, (white flag), slow poke, (cycad)

I'm in a drop with the crop

Sipping curvos' with the boss (Nyambo)

Taking a loss ain't an option

We finna kill this Hip-Hop shxt

When we drop it's heavy oxen

Every composition toxic

All these rappers is a target

Ah shxt I'm getting faded

Day to day we're elevating

Celebrate the dedicated

& make them feel appreciated

Before the day they slip away, it's important

Roll a J and hit the hay in the morning

Sat all the way until the a.m. recording

Show these nxggaz we ain't playing

And fxck a bench we're in the game

Dig it my nxgga

Hippy gang all up in the photos

Switching lanes on 'em in the morning like

OoOoOoOoo

There they go, car smoking like

OoOoOoOoo

Town to town, looking for an open mic

Litty thangs popping in the ozone

Chitty Bang,

Riding through the city with my niggi, like

OoOoOoOoo

Ready rolled strawberry ****

OoOoOoOoo

Second home, your stereo