So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it could never harm me(So when you throw shade, it could never harm me)

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it could never harm me

(So when you throw shade, it could never harm me)

Lions don′t lose sleep over the opinion of sheep

On the road to the riches, money sticking to my cleats

I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Darky Meech

Niggas with the most opinions, usually have the least

It's funny how now rappers be on the druggy shit

Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied shit

Acid pack a hundred hits, shrooms, caps and hash bricks

Trippy like that Destiny Child chick, on 106

This white bitch, had the fucking nerves to call me a nigga

When she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get bigger

Do you get the bigger picture, shit is backwards my nigga

You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get your boxing on

Cause you ain′t get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the octagon

This shit is straight absurd, do not hate me cause your life is shitty

I show no pity you turd, you better off in the dirt, naw

Now you better off dead, like the title of my work...

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it could never harm me

(So when you throw shade, it could never harm me)

Everyday, me and Mary Jane

You might say I'm addicted but me, I′m truly lifted

Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd

Smoking girl scout, sour by the ounce

Mary never cheat me

Mary not a backstabbing bitch that′ll lie and deceive me

Spread it even! Even! Hash wax in the evening

Dab or die trying, on the road to Zion

Damn, they try and stick me for my paper

They tryna take me under, I've seen it through the vapors

Jealous ones still envy, got a couple real with me

And my bitch, will talk some shit and smoke the kill with me

Meech will hide the body, enough of that tho′

They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling when we meet

They screaming "Zombies!" out in England

But I′m on the block with Mary, pushing and dreaming

Ah ah ah, I'm feeling myself

Thizzle, fo′ shizzle my nizzle spitting riddles on instrumentals

Trippy life, blotter in the night

Fill my appetite (Fill my appetite)

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it could never harm me

(So when you throw shade, it could never harm me)

Could be your mans, or be your fan, or be your kin

Pay your dues, man I gotta choose, whether I lose or win this

Foe or friend, can't determine the difference

The instance they see you peaking, they pussy be leaking fluid

My nigga, what is you doing, all black in the back of a Buick

I'm proving I′m sadistic and sinning as I′m making murderous music

We don't rep the same things, nah, don′t bother confuse it

So much stressing on my brain, momma think I'mma lose it

Human vagabond, hoes that stow they panties in my carry on

Why you hating niggas acting nonchalant (Honest bruh)

Fuck your publication that say I′m a third wheel

Architect blow your mind, set stress but won't swell

Oh yes, I smoke kill, I′m crack, you smoke krills

I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so chill

I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to your image

Not offended, when you call me genius, all that means is...

So much grams, unzip the bag

Dip in my hand then I palm trees

So when you throw shade, it could never harm me

(So when you throw shade, it could never harm me)