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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 can't
(You tell)
When I hit the spliff, only time we 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 finna hit the zip for zip-lock bags
So keep your lip
Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a weed oil
Pull it when the pen lit, that's a drag
He be off it in a minute, and that's a good bag
I got it from my Cali plug and a dentist
Back in the book bag, I it, light it
No look pass, too gassy, sulfuric acid
you nasty
Now the lips of this spliff is,
Wet as shit from your
You could just have it, but you still gotta
Still to come up with
The magic in the fashion
J.I.D Milly Rockin' the madness
(Madness)
Silly cockroaches don't the
Glock is to me
So when you him or
Greet him do it with (kosher)
We can smoke and you can me roll it up
Stay away from niggas
sneak 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 tryna sabatoge your killer vibe, I made a joke
So I can what it is I really 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 ain't enough
They mad they
Ain't of what I'm cookin' up
Taraji out in
Giving cookies a in my supply
Need a jumper cable,
Gon' me up, the devil is a lie (lie)
Who won't me up, I heard 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 cookies looking in the jaw
Told her me, hit the nookie up tomorrow
See police be tryna me
they put me in Segal
You's a
I'ma 'fore you put me in the car
I got with my connect, I'm vexed
'Cause you see his THC is not
I he should not collect
Not upset, I ain't trippin',
He out his best
Should be my hand is gripped
his spliff and not his neck, yes
This not a bogie, you already the smell
Not that
I heard that lean is deadly for your
If you me
know that I already got some L's
Smoke OG, so you can smoke
That by yourself

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

miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail
J.I.D and Joey, they say we the out
studying the methods
Tell 'pass the sesh now'
I'm a walking legend walking with my out
Please babe don't you me
I'm off the X, yo
My silence got 'em politicin'
Them outs
You hooked up on my
I'm on this Kim, though
I on the regular
You smokin' Reginald
Look y'all ain't ready for this, I'm back
Chain too heavy, it's giving me spasm
Pardon the sarcasm, inside all pessim'
I the beat until it have a bargasm
Pregnant
I might shoot the club up
I'm way too raw, I'm in without a rubber
I'm smokin' on this fire batch, it got me raisin'
I hold this Mac-11 screaming "fuck twelve"

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

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