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DJ

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

Ayy,
a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep
We up
My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full
They bad, but that good enough
They mad they
Ain't half of what I'm up
Taraji out in
cookies a plug in my supply
Need a cable, why?
hook me up, the devil is a lie (lie)
Who won't shush me up, I heard he got fire
Gon' kush me up, I'm
me up, mister how high
That I can the sky
Gon' me up
She up her bra
Like cookies cushy in the jaw
Told her me, hit the nookie up tomorrow
See be tryna book me
they put me in Segal
You's a
I'ma 'fore you put me in the car
I got beef with my connect, I'm
you see his THC is not correct
I he should not collect
Not upset, I trippin', what
He pitchin' out his
Should be glad my is gripped
his spliff and not his neck, yes
This not a bogie, you already know the
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
That by yourself

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

Eenie moe, I pick a flow and set sail
J.I.D and Joey, they say we the out
They the methods
Tell them 'pass the now'
I'm a walking legend walking my chest out
babe don't you push me
I'm off the X, yo
My silence got 'em politicin'
Them hedged
You up on my findings
I'm hooked on Kim, though
I smoke on the
You that Reginald
Look y'all ready for this, I'm back spasmin'
Chain too heavy, it's me back spasm
Pardon the sarcasm, inside it's all
I rides the beat it have a bargasm
pause
Bitch I shoot the club up
I'm way too raw, I'm in without a rubber
I'm on this fire batch, it got me raisin' hell
While I hold this screaming "fuck twelve"

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

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