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DJ

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

Uh, okay, I in this bitch like
I stepped in shit
Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip,
J.I.D, dipshit, the lit, I'm lifted
I'm finna hit the zip for zip-lock bags
So keep your lip
Shit 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 plug and she's a dentist
Back in the book bag, I roll it, it
No look pass, that's too gassy, sulfuric
Girl you
Now the lips of this is, like
Wet as from your lipstick
You could have it, but you still gotta fatty
managing to come up with
The magic in the true
J.I.D Milly Rockin' the madness
(Madness)
Silly cockroaches don't the
Glock is to me
So you approach him or
him do it with kosher (kosher)
We can and you can watch me roll it up
away from them niggas
Tryna Cosby in your cup
Told you one
I ain't gon' do with you, but
You so fine, I'd try and do some off your butt
I ain't tryna sabatoge your killer vibe, I made a
So I can hide it is I really feel inside
But in your mind, I be in them high
Out of my

Ayy,
Light a booger up, in the butt, yep
We up
My cup runneth over, ain't full enough
They bad, but ain't good enough
They mad they
Ain't half of I'm cookin' up
Taraji out in
Giving a plug 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
Gon' kush me up, I'm
Push me up, mister how
I can kiss the sky
Gon' me up
She up her bra
Like looking cushy in the jaw
Told her book me, hit the nookie up
See police be book me
'Cause put me in Segal
You's a
boogie '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 not collect
Not upset, I ain't trippin',
He out his best
Should be glad my is gripped
Around his and not his neck, yes
not a bogie, you already know the smell
Not that
I heard that lean is deadly for health
If you me
Then that I already got some L's
Smoke some OG, so you can
reggie by yourself

Ha, I'm in my mind
I need (I need help)
I sit back and recline, and (And inhale)
Bitch I'm on my grind
You tell (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, say we the best out
They the methods
Tell 'pass the sesh now'
I'm a walking legend walking my chest out
Please don't you push me
I'm off the X, yo
My silence got 'em with
hedged outs
You up on my findings
I'm hooked on this Kim,
I on the regular
You smokin' Reginald
Look y'all ain't ready for this, I'm back
Chain too heavy, giving me back spasm
Pardon the sarcasm, it's all pessim'
I rides the beat until it a bargasm
Pregnant
Bitch I might shoot the up
I'm way too raw, I'm going in a rubber
I'm smokin' on fire batch, it got me raisin' hell
While I hold this Mac-11 "fuck twelve"

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

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