Strain Storm Symphony

Yo, I don’t take breaks, I don’t take naps, I just take hits Every second I’m breathin’ I’m chiefin’ and blowin’ up trees like I’m f***in’ with sticks of the dynamite, lit I be ridin’ in Chevys with clouds in the cabin, my lungs in a battle, the smoke is legit Hit a strain that got 30 percent and I’m grinnin’ like villains, no feelings, I’m higher than cliffs Ayy—wake up and bake up, I’m chokin’ on vapor, I’m rippin’ the rig like a saber Bowl in rotation like blades on a chopper, the wax got me coughin’ like I met my maker Mixin’ Gorilla, then top it with Crumble, I roll up that Lemon, then hit it and fumble Eyes rollin’ back, got me speakin’ in tongues, like I’m summonin’ spirits through spiritual tunnels Look—I got that Cherry Pie, Green Crack, Fire OG Northern Lights in a blunt with GSC Wedding Cake in the same J as the Tangie I don’t even smoke — I devour, G Got my fingers sticky like a trap boy’s flip phone So many strains I could start me a zip clone Edibles hit and I’m stuck in a skip zone I’m on a new plane, but my whip in a drift zone Yo, Cadillac dreams in a Chevrolet seat Feelin’ like Twista, the way that I beat Every bar down with the speed of elite And I rap like I’m high, but I ride to the beat Inhale, exhale, can’t fail, this scale Lookin’ like a weed museum, detail Every strain I hit got a name and a tale And my blunt game strong like I lift with braille Ain’t no chill, I’m a stoner of war Got a zip in the dash and a eighth in the drawer Keep a rig in the kitchen like it’s part of the decor And a chick rollin’ up while she sit on the floor Eyes red like brake lights, chest on boom I been trippin’ off edibles since past noon Thought I heard God in the bass of the tune He said “Damn, son — you clearin’ out rooms” Every puff a confession, I’m blessin’ the session My Chevy is holy, the strain my obsession I’m flexin’ with pressure, no question — aggression I’m smokin’ like it’s Armageddon, no lessenin’ Cookies and Cream, and I mix it with Sherb Might hit the bong then forget every verb Stuck in a daze, like a glitch in the Earth Still rollin’ tight, I got chronic and nerve Stackin’ the terp like a chef with the spice I don’t need ice, I’m already nice Feelin’ divine, this a spiritual flight Might spark on the moon if the shuttle got light I’m flippin’ these verses like ounces of green My cadence is crisp like I’m laced with caffeine But all that I need is a lighter and leaf And I’m twistin’ up magic like Doctor Supreme I ain’t just high — I’m dimensional shifter Twist up the leaf like I’m scrollin’ a scripture Every new strain I hit paint a new picture I’m buildin’ my heaven with trichomes and mixtures Y’all playin’ safe, I be takin’ the risks Mix the Zaza with Gelato and Mist Now I’m floatin’ like I’m ridin’ a disc Talkin’ faster than my girl when she’s pissed I be chewin’ through time while I ride through the city Feelin’ like I’m in a video, speedin’ and gritty Every bar’s like a smoke bomb, trippy and witty If the cops pull up, I’m just smilin’ pretty Got the whip smellin’ loud like the speakers lit I could probably get high off a deeper hit But I’m already floatin’ where Jesus sit Every breath I take’s like a remix lit Rapid delivery, never no filler Smokin’ with force like a vacuum sealer I ain’t even blinkin’, I’m zoned like a killer With a blunt in my hand like a microphone pillar I be flyin’ through states on a cerebral plane With a pound in the trunk and a verse in my brain And I spit it like bullets but the clip is flame And I talk like I rap, so respect the name I’m a legend in clouds, I don’t need a throne Got a kingdom of strains in a cushioned zone I could write a Bible off the hits I’ve blown Call me Highfather — this my home Smokin’ everything from the light to the dark From the GDP to the rarest spark And I do it with rhythm, precision, and heart I’m the strain storm king — tear the beat apart