Allusions

Gee, young nigga but my heart is timeless

No price on my soul, ship filled up with gold

Mothafucka y'know that's priceless

2 grams ain't enough, nigga keep yo blunt

Won't smoke if the shit ain't the finest

Niggas talk about what they got

When you check on these niggas, motherfuckers be lying

Bow down to the motherfucking highness

Fire start Hibachi, nigga OG like Hiachi

Break up yo whole posse, ya'll niggas movin' too sloppy

Hittin' like I'm Rocky, independent you can't drop me

Beast Coast be my army if I tell 'em shoot, they got me

Raised in the belly of the beast

Born in a war but my heart with the peace

Raising up Gods every time that I speak

When we all get involved ain't no starvin’ to eat

Making sure all my niggas gon' feast

Ya'll gonna see why we chasing the cream

Roll up the leaves, nigga spark up the tree

You ain't got no weed?

Nigga fuck you mean

Nigga fuck you mean

My aura gold, word to the oracle

I'm the illest motherfucker incurable

I went through all the bull, about a toilet full

In royal flesh, I want all the loot man

The sour be clutch like Kobe do

And I'm living in L.A. so that's only proof

Got a bitch in the bay, that love the shroom

She be screaming "AK!" when I shove the broom

It's a mismatch, can't hold us

Better get back, you ain't no soldier

Fuck your sister, guess what she told us

You a bitch ass nigga since stroller, now hol' up

Smoking good, 'fronto wrapped around the OG in my hood

It's understood, if AK be winning then you know you could

Psych! bitch can't kill my vibe, I'm on an everlasting high

Want peace of mind and piece of pie

If it's not both then take my life

I'm blowing smoke until I die, high as heaven watch me fly

Look within you'll probably find a place

Go home boy live yo life

I'm blowing gas smoke, fuck up my cash flow

Fuck it lets waste it

We advance though, even your fans know

Ya'll niggas basic

Smoking hash bowls, we lit like candles

Nigga stay faded

You and yo mans jokes, we with yo damn hoe

Them bitches wasted

(One thing is sure)

Peso, I'm counting peso's and smoking fuego

Save hoes, you niggas save hoes, now that's a no-go

Photo, she sneaking photo, she think she low tho

Soul gold, she think my soul gold, think we should hang tho

I'm smoking mad dope, she sniffin' mad blow

I'm like "you bad hoe", now fast forward

She took her pants off, guess she like assholes

Gang coast be counting mad dough with no advance though

My cash flow, fuck up a damn show then take a fan home

Fuego, fuego, smoking fuego with yo dame

Been like a whole 20 minutes, can't front

Nigga still don't know her name

30 minutes later have my pinky in her brain

She like, "I thought you were different?

All of you rappers just the same"

She ain't complain

AK inside of your bitch, right in the bunk ain't no need for no crib

Light up the skunk and then pro-ceed to go in

Like a nitrogen pump, top the speed off like damn

Pray this new shit make your speaker blow

Puffin' khalifa joe, make your girl tippy-toe in

She in love then she go telling her friends

Like she hitting my line cause the lord is on tour yet again

Wait for a nigga to start winning

First they love you then they hate, then they tasting the salt

Face it you niggas is soft, Quilton

Know the knowledge ain't hidden just open the vault

No debating, stay dope inhaling

Clear the road, no trailing

Never sober, steering

Get run over near me

Dropping cold shit yearly

Flow severely, I know you feel me