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Faded! Smoking with my trues in Virginia. / Faded! Dodge the boys in blues in Virginia. / Faded! Mobbing with my crews in Virginia. / Hampton, Norfolk, Newport News, in Virginia
Got a lighter take a Bic for them four, five hits. / Come with me and take a trip to the store right quick. / See the 7-Eleven they whack ass, drove past. / Go to the corner store cuz the black man owns that. / Keep the money in the community, and know this quote. / Buy the cigarillo plus you would need a Calypso. / Now we start to move like our muscles have been in atrophy. / And actually we pack the weed sack in the DM natural leaf / Plastic wrappers. We catch a peak, looking above the dash and see. / The boys on patrol but thank God them police ain’t flashing me. / Maybe the car wasn’t a safe bet, they sweat /even just by living it’s like they think that we a threat. / So we gotta dismount, just bounce, discount /t o the fact I acquiesce the pigs are winning this round. / But they fake as hell, nigga. Ride in they gazelle, nigga. / Meaning impala they follow, then I break a cell, nigga. / That means hide weed where my toes is. / And I keep my pair in sight, get it? Trichinosis. / Sickest focus improve when my niggas blow this. / Now we gotta find a safe spot so we can roll this. / Where they don’t notice, maybe in a hallway / apartment building, no one home and I be in here all day. / Gotta be quiet no speaking with a fellow rapper. / Take the Dutch and the sack out the cigarillo wrapper
Faded! Dodge the boys in blues in Virginia. / Faded! Mobbing with my crews in Virginia. / Hampton, Norfolk, Newport News, in Virginia
Swear to God this stale ass rello don’t crack. / Shit is ancient like the Kemetic temples at Karnak. / Lick it down the middle like the predictable way to eat puss. / That’s why bitches turn dyke. Cuz y’all niggas weak fucks. / Somebody with nails I need your participation. / Split Dutch, spill guts like evisceration. / Paper getting damp like a bitch that cum when it’s good. / Spit is like glue flicking shit with tongue, it sticks good. / Cannabis sativa rolled up in the leaf natural. / Why your kid on Ritalin and you believe Adderall? / Man you know your kid don’t need no special education. / That ain’t nothing but a modern-day segregation. / Used to’ get kicked out of class almost every single day / but my I.Q. one fifty nigga anyway. / Ain’t better than getting a little ass with the blunt. / Nothing better than hitting a little grass with the cunt. / She got throat skills. Hoes had to sing while they blow kings, / pouring codeine promethazine while they blow green. / Broke needs proceeds mostly to go see / Dealers just to cop the California and the slow lean. / Blackberry Kush, like it’s named for the phone. / Even got Obama Kush like the plane with the drone. / Bomb weed, Sierra Mist mixed with Calypso. / Purple like the color of the codeine that we sip slow
Faded! Dodge the boys in blues in Virginia. / Faded! Mobbing with my crews in Virginia. / Hampton, Norfolk, Newport News, in Virginia
Got a red cornea looking like curry up in eye / lids low, warning ya look like a hurry up and buy. / Shit’s slow motion like the camera when he pull a stunt. / One twenty-eighth light the gram up when he roll a blunt. / You don’t even gotta let lips touch paper / Hot box hold it in and mix much vapor. / Top notch dro smoke breathing in more, / passed in a circle’ like we niggas that believe in a cult. / So then use the potential of lung capacity efficient pull, / using the end she’ll then tongue the cavity while pushing dro / down into the windpipe. Smoking with a thin dyke / asking me about my past life and what it been like. / Just another cannabis party how I spend nights. / You ain’t putting in then nigga you ain’t got an invite. / Fake gestures like “Do you need a light, bruh?” / Niggas trying to add heads to it like a Hydra. / It ain’t no free rides, when it come to my drugs. / Plus shit is mad tight, bruh, like it’s Lycra. / Never do no other drugs, them inhibit my ambition. / Never put no poison in my body like a dietician. / Message I deliver when I’m high up like a flying pigeon. / Black Olmec like I originated Mayan vision. / Speaking when I’m high and making you more conscious. / Smoke a blunt and watching Dr. Umar Johnson
