i got a quarter of the illest original OG
and a ball of the hashish we roll in the back seat
and mix it all together forget it we gettin faded
never with a blunt wrap let the shot gun clap
marijuana suicide flippin it all around
the cipher is gettin down we liftin up off the ground
and flyin u wanna try it you better be bringin money
or somethin we frontin nothin this aint no charity puffin
get to it.... zig zag burn thru it
backwoods glass pipe i remember last night
fuck it i'm lyin i dont remember nothin no more
you better wear a name tag when you come up in my door
cause i be sacrificin all memories to a gang a weed
fuck em i dont need em i didnt join em i beat em
defeated by all the kush and trainwreck did it
sour d shower me with the marijuana visions