Burn out, while I clutch to the wheel

Then I shift, like gears, take draws from a blunt

No breaks, when I overlap the whole packCatch drifts, Formula One

I′m still rappin automatic, till I get exhausted

I rev horses, till the wheels get spun

Thats gonna gas you up

Like Mazda trucks, but fuck it I've already won

Rep it harder like I′m Benihana

With the closed eyes from the marijuana

I'm Barack Obama I'm the leader leader

Yes I see the reaper bring me heavy karma

On this hard road, but it′s gettin′ harder

On a hilltop, make ya nosebleed

When the pills popped, sippin Henny lager

I'ma run it up just like I′m Wes Naqaima

Test me nada

Keep it hunnid while she stunnin n Balenciaga

Spit a riddim in a minute I love it this ain't a gimmick

I hit then I quit it so don′t text me after

Rita Riba with a señorita

Smokin' cheebah cheebah with a sexy mama

Got that VB longneck and litre

I just sip Tequila I don′t get the drama

Police don't shoot me I don't got no guns

Don′t fuck with jacks I don′t wanna get done

Swear that my daddy taught me the art of get the money

While mummy take care of her son

Family first don't give a fuck

Word is my bond I′ma die for my blood

Family first don't give a fuck

Smokin′ the chron' I get high in the cut

I still hit the roach

You′ll get jumped like jacks if you skip the rope

You'll get hung laid back when I switch the flow

It's Christmas flow

The red and green bitches know

I stay raw in Dior she ain′t Christian though

And my 420 fams on shit to blow

I switch the flow then pop pop pistols go

Cos my mind stays cracked like Da Vinci′s code

Herbs in a bag like Lipton

The zip code, Trip Two 0, I cop parcels

Bastards, stay with the stan lee, marvel

Prolly why my nights look new, castle

I could damage an amateur cos I'm hardest

The rapper get a package and package it for the market

The road looks silk, with spliffs that I blow

Cos I hit That high road for the online darkness

Write with pens

I keep tools for the wood, like Mitre Ten

But real talk though, I don′t even like my friends

I light the sesh and smoke till my life could end

Got a few kids, that I once grew with, back in the day

They might pretend

But that's true shit, everyones mad ′cause the shoes fit mate

Get ya sizes then

I pack mountains, and climb it then

Get violent then, I'm hot cold climates then

See I′m a one eyed cyclops pirate then

I got bars me hearty, Im high on sesh

And still ride for the team on G shit

Play wit a ball like Steve Smith

Dont test me faced pace Gillespie

The 420 fam stay raw with the weed lit

Brudda I'ma stoner, on my Chief Keef shit

I still love Sosa, smoke Seth like Rogen

Cold like eskis, Got the Fear Factor

Like I'm Joe Rogan, cos I go beast shit

Bruv I′m all over the shop, all over the drop

Heavy and come and get it with the flow that I rock

The stoner with pot, was over the top, I′m in a Nike tee

Walk into the club and my brudda ain't got an ID

Walk into the club with my brudda he keep it hunna

With the keys and the buttons like bruddas that work in IT

Walk in the club and my brudda could slip a couple a hunnas

Onto his bruvva like nothin this shit is Visine

All clear all yeh

420 gonna have a long year

I got a middle finger up saying all love

420 fam staying right here

All clear, aw, yeah

420 gonna have a long year

I got a middle finger up saying all love

420 fam staying right here

Man, I′m gonna get me that stripper

I just copped some gobs in the valley

Getting top off a bitch in a bally

She just wanna get bricked, no Xannies

I take pics for the grams not grammys

I take pics for the grams not grammys

And I'm still sad, I′m still sad even if I'm happy