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DJ

I'm trapped in my mind, I need (I need help)
I'm going, gangster
I sit back and recline, and (And inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't
(You tell)
When I hit the spliff, only we face L's

Uh, okay, I stepped in bitch like
I in some shit
Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip,
J.I.D, dipshit, the lit, I'm lifted
I'm hit the zip lick for zip-lock bags
So keep lip zipped
poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil
Pull it the pen lit, that's a good drag
He be high off it in a minute, and that's a bag
I got it from my Cali plug and a dentist
Back in the book bag, I it, light it
No look pass, that's too gassy, acid
you nasty
Now the lips of this spliff is,
Wet as shit from your
You could have it, but you still gotta fatty
Still managing to come up
The in the true fashion
J.I.D Rockin' through the madness
(Madness)
Silly cockroaches forget the
Glock is to me
So when you him or
Greet him do it kosher (kosher)
We can smoke and you can me roll it up
Stay away from niggas
Tryna Cosby in your cup
Told you one
I gon' do molly with you, but
You so fine, I'd try and do some molly off butt
I ain't tryna sabatoge killer vibe, I made a joke
So I can hide what it is I really inside
But in your mind, I be wildin' in them
Out of my

Ayy,
Light a up, wedgie in the butt, yep
We up
My cup runneth over, theirs full enough
They bad, but that ain't enough
They mad they
Ain't half of I'm cookin' up
Taraji out in
Giving cookies a in my supply
a jumper cable, why?
Gon' hook me up, the is a lie (lie)
Who won't shush me up, I he got that fire
kush me up, I'm gone
Push me up, mister how
I can kiss the sky
Gon' me up
She up her bra
Like looking cushy in the jaw
her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow
See be tryna book me
'Cause they put me in
You's a
I'ma 'fore you put me in the car
I got beef my connect, I'm vexed
'Cause you see his THC is not
I think he should not
Not upset, I ain't trippin',
He pitchin' out his
be glad my hand is gripped
Around his and not his neck, yes
not a bogie, you already know the smell
Not that
I heard that lean is for your health
If you me
know that I already got some L's
Smoke some OG, so you can
reggie by yourself

Ha, I'm in my mind
I help (I need help)
I sit back and recline, and (And inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my
You can't (You can't tell)
When I hit the
Only we face L's (Face L's)

Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set
J.I.D and Joey, they say we the out
They the methods
Tell them 'pass the now'
I'm a walking walking with my chest out
Please don't you push me
I'm off the X, yo
My silence got 'em with
Them hedged
You hooked up on my
I'm on this Kim, though
I on the regular
You smokin' that
Look ain't ready for this, I'm back spasmin'
too heavy, it's giving me back spasm
Pardon the sarcasm, inside it's all
I the beat until it have a bargasm
Pregnant
I might shoot the club up
I'm way too raw, I'm going in a rubber
I'm smokin' on this batch, it got me raisin' hell
While I this Mac-11 screaming "fuck twelve"

I'm trapped in my mind, I help (I need help)
I sit and recline, and inhale (And inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my
You can't (You can't tell)
When I hit the
Only we face L's (Face L's)
I'm trapped in my mind, I help
I sit and recline, and inhale
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't
When I hit the spliff, time we face L's

up
That's what you generations
And now
that, J.I.D