Reefer Madness

You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer

You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer

You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer

That's like Malcolm X, catching the jungle fever

Uh, you couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer

Or in the whip without some tents and some bumping speakers

You couldn't catch me on the beat without a ton of ether

That's why I draw a fat crowd like a double feature

So what we twisting up? I got me a variety

Homegrown medicinal strands, come take a ride with me

Can recite Illmatic in its entirety

'Cos growing up that album definitely inspired me

Imagining me chilling in New York City in

'94, coppin' nickel bags in the park

Rooting for the Knicks, watching Ewing pass it to Starks

Visualizing when hip-hop was back on the charts, yo

Spending every day chilling in July getting high

There's no jobs at all, we just trying to get by

And then the tree kicks and I'm like "Why even try?"

But they retroing some 3s that I'm dying to buy

I'm trying to increase my revenue off of music

'Cos that shit really feel like free money when I use it

Maybe that's why it seems I get it then I lose it

Trying to vacation on an island or a cruise ship

G makes songs that you can roll up and cruise to

If rap was a sport I'd be the guy you always lose to

You drop tapes that everybody hits the snooze to

And wonder why loser is how everybody views you