Gunsmoke and gas, that’s freedom in my lungs Gorilla in the glue, got the AR with the drums From the blunt to the beam, we ain’t never gon’ run For the people, by the people, now we rise with the guns ⸻ Verse 1 (0:00–0:45): Four score and seven blunts ago, I lit the spark for liberty, Strains in rotation like the clips, I keep ’em vividly, Presidential OG, I’m high with the dignity, Crack a jar of Lemon Haze, that’s how we form infinity. White Widow whispers secrets in the shadows of my dome, While the MAC-11 sings when enemies step in my zone. Built a nation off the diesel, burn it slow like constitution, Loaded clips and pre-roll tips, we built this revolution. ⸻ Hook (0:45–1:15) Gunsmoke and gas, that’s freedom in my lungs Gorilla in the glue, got the AR with the drums From the blunt to the beam, we ain’t never gon’ run For the people, by the people, now we rise with the guns ⸻ Verse 2 (1:15–2:00): They can’t consecrate this chronic, only legends do the blessing, Dead homies in the sky puffin’ joints and Smith & Wessons. AK-47s in the backwood, rolled tight, Strains so loud, even silencers ignite. Skywalker OG, I’m floatin’ through the fields, Cross-faded with a choppa, man, this high too real. Rest in peace to opps, we put they ashes in the vape, That Zkittlez got me zoning with the .40 on my waist. ⸻ Hook (2:00–2:30): Gunsmoke and gas, that’s freedom in my lungs Gorilla in the glue, got the AR with the drums From the blunt to the beam, we ain’t never gon’ run For the people, by the people, now we rise with the guns ⸻ Verse 3 (2:30–3:30): We don’t dedicate, we dominate—this land of fire and kush, Banana Clip and Banana Runtz, both give the final push. Cherry Pie and OG Sky, rolled tight like constitution, Load the mag, hit the dab, this the stoner’s revolution. AK cherry kissed, trigger finger’s like a scholar, I drop knowledge and a body every time I pop a collar. Draco spit in rhythm, like it heard me dropping truth, And I’m chiefin’ Wedding Cake while I’m sliding through the booth. ⸻ Hook (3:30–4:00): Gunsmoke and gas, that’s freedom in my lungs Gorilla in the glue, got the AR with the drums From the blunt to the beam, we ain’t never gon’ run For the people, by the people, now we rise with the guns ⸻ Verse 4 (4:00–5:00): We the living—rippin’ torch hits off the living dead, Got the souls of patriots rollin’ cookies in my head. Got the Glock with the beam, it illuminates my purpose, While I dab Platinum Kush and watch the serpents gettin’ nervous. This ain’t no dedication, it’s a war cry with the strain, Northern Lights inside my lungs, my trigger finger trained. Every toke a pledge, every clip another statement, We the high and the armed, this smoke is sacred pavement. ⸻ Hook (5:00–5:30): Gunsmoke and gas, that’s freedom in my lungs Gorilla in the glue, got the AR with the drums From the blunt to the beam, we ain’t never gon’ run For the people, by the people, now we rise with the guns ⸻ Final Verse (5:30–6:00): So let this be the new birth—freedom on a flame, From the chamber to the grinder, we remember every name. No strain shall die in vain, no steel without a cause, This our pledge, our pressure, our smoke behind the laws. Government of the twisted, by the wicked, we resist, Light a joint for every brother with a pistol in his fist. This gas won’t perish, this Glock won’t jam, We the smokers and the soldiers, now we rise and take the land.
