but all they fuckin' do is rhyme
how i got so fuckin' tight
ten gram worth of backwoods
so it's hard for me to act good
rare rocks help me breath
blow the smoke like a candeline breeze
i ain't pushin' what you think
everytime i hear your music make it hard for me to think
still i take your life away
way higher than you think
white marble on the counter tops
open doors when i fuckin' knock
runnin up the fuckin' block
dope up in my fuckin' sock
but i keep bookin' and never stop
whatever you need tell me
whatever you need tell me
i can try my best to get it for you