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DJ

I'm trapped in my mind, I need (I need help)
I'm going, gangster
I sit and recline, and inhale (And inhale)
Bitch I'm back on my grind, you tell
(You tell)
When I hit the spliff, time we face L's

Uh, okay, I stepped in bitch like
I stepped in 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 lip zipped
Shit like ten zits, I got a little weed oil
it when the pen lit, that's a good drag
He be off it in a minute, and that's a good bag
I got it from my Cali plug and she's a
Back in the bag, I roll it, light it
No pass, that's too gassy, sulfuric acid
you nasty
Now the lips of this spliff is,
Wet as shit your lipstick
You could just have it, but you gotta fatty
Still to come up with
The magic in the fashion
J.I.D Rockin' through the madness
(Madness)
Silly cockroaches forget the
Glock is to me
So when you him or
him do it with kosher (kosher)
We can and you can watch me roll it up
Stay away them 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 off your butt
I ain't tryna sabatoge killer vibe, I made a joke
So I can hide it is I really feel inside
But in mind, I be wildin' in them high
Out of my

Ayy,
a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep
We up
My cup over, theirs ain't full enough
They bad, but that ain't enough
mad 'cause they
Ain't of what I'm cookin' up
Taraji out in
Giving cookies a plug in my
Need a jumper cable,
hook me up, the devil is a lie (lie)
Who shush me up, I heard he got that fire
kush me up, I'm gone
Push me up, how high
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 be tryna book me
'Cause they put me in
You's a
boogie 'fore you put me in the car
I got beef with my connect, I'm
'Cause you see his THC is not
I he should not collect
Not upset, I trippin', what
He pitchin' out his
Should be my hand is gripped
his spliff and not his neck, yes
This not a bogie, you know the smell
Not that
I heard lean is deadly for your health
If you me
know that I already got some L's
Smoke OG, so you can smoke
That reggie by

Ha, I'm trapped in my
I help (I need help)
I sit and recline, and inhale (And inhale)
Bitch I'm on my grind
You can't (You can't tell)
When I hit the
time 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 legend with my chest out
Please don't you push me
I'm off the X, yo
My silence got 'em politicin'
Them hedged
You hooked up on my
I'm on this Kim, though
I smoke on the
You that Reginald
Look y'all ain't ready for this, I'm back
Chain too heavy, giving me back spasm
Pardon the sarcasm, inside all pessim'
I rides the beat until it a bargasm
Pregnant
Bitch I might the club up
I'm way too raw, I'm in without a rubber
I'm smokin' on fire batch, it got me raisin' hell
I hold 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)
I hit the spliff
Only we face L's (Face L's)
I'm trapped in my mind, I need
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 call
And now
that, J.I.D