Lost

I'm gone

Cool, got a blunt, gonna roll up two

Don't panic cause I'm a take over this planet

They running this shit cut like a bandage

On your man and all up on your band

With no beaver but god damn it

This sour I smoke enhance it

Got a helicopter, where should I land it

Been searching but can't find it

The things I do is timeless

Where the fuck did this kid find this rhyme shit

Hit line piff

Always see me chillin' with a fine bitch

Let her show me where her mind is

In silence it's private so silence

With a Bentley and a big backyard

Friendly but a big red-star

I still show love, more bud to roll up

Smoke dubs so much to toke up out of basic art

Who may be in the mood for a doob

If I roll one of these cheese up boy you gotta roll one too

See I'm high but I'm stuck in school

Don't know what the fuck to do

Self made design my own mind look a pair of custom shoes

So keep em fresh please fend the ball about to weight an S-P

Kritsky less weak; your spittin; doesn't impress me

Yo' walking got two left feet

Drink vodka with my Pepsi; I'm drunk he's sober

I'm starting, he's over; red Rover, red Rover

You can't break down my wall

My hour is so sour so I ain't gonna answer calls

I'm lost