Personal OG

Smokin' fire, pourin' up

Hennesey and Red Bull in my cup

OG Kush wrapped up in the wood

And I still smoke good in a '83 Cut

Still smoke kill in an old Deville

I keep the leather on my back, wood on the wheel

If a nigga don't blow smoke on chrome

Then I really don't feel how I'm supposed to feel

Because I feel like blowin' blunts back to back

With no shame, keep a pack and a sack to wrap[?]

At 13 I was taking Swisher Sweets to the dome

With my nigga lil rone you can ask him that

My homeboy Kendell roll thin ass blunts

So we can smoke at least 20 every day of the month

And keep at least 5 pounds of the hay in the trunk

And when he came from the Chi we was weighin' it up like

Uh

I got 16 zones of death and you can hit it at your own risk

When I travel I ain't lookin' for the local weed man

I be gone on the zone on my own shit

Got a stick or a seed in ya muhfuckin' weed

Then I guarantee you blowin' on the wrong shit

And they wonder how the kid stay blowed, eyes halfway closed

You ain't on what I'm on bitch

I'm lifted

Me and my girl just blew six blunts up in a blue 650

Charleston blue kush and blue Ken Griffey

She love the thug shit so boo get wit me

Cuz I'm young and I'm wild but I'm focused

But my dro and my flows be the dopest

And I'm a motherfuckin' marijuana addict so I had to do a song for the smokers

Smokin' fire, fuckin' up

[?] of Hendog in my cup

Couldn't wake up for a job interview this morning

The OG had me stuck

Last night I blew a whole zip with the crew

We was rollin' with hoes lapped up in the truck

Keep a gold pack of the Trojans

I let a nigga rap to a bitch while I'm wrappin' it up

[?] in yo main dame

I come straight through and get straight brain

She blow straight kill and make straight change

To make sure my pockets stay straight man

Cuz this pimp shit is in my veins, it's in my blood

I was born with it and I'mma die smokin' this fire bud

In my old school with my chrome spinnin' like

Uh

And my niggas in the bay got the kush for the 27 hundo

I'mma get 'em and sell 'em for 55, you get it for 48

If you wanna get more than one though

Go to Cali and I ship it to the G

Ship it to the Chi, ship it to the D

Ship it to my nigga in the A-town

Plus that nigga breakdown

Triple what I paid for the P that

Master kush purple dro

Keep my whip swervin' slow

Hey Fred can I hit the kill? Hell nah

Put on a sack, this personal

Cuz I'm young and I'm wild but I'm focused

But my dro and my flows be the dopest

And I'm a motherfuckin' marijuana addict so I had to do a song for the smokers