Hook I’ll probably smoke this ounce til I pass out Better than being a fucking crash out Don’t throw rocks from your glass house My glass blunts loaded time I smoke on that now I’ll probably smoke this ounce til I pass out Better than being a fucking crash out Don’t throw rocks from your glass house My glass blunts loaded time I smoke on that now Verse I was 12 years old with a blunt in my mouth thinking that I was gonna be cheech All I ever wanted was an ounce in the backpack really feeling out of reach No one ever wanted to blaze with me Even when i was little no one ever played with me I took that shit to the brain and it jaded me It made me really look at people more dangerously So fuck it I lit it myself on my own the they said i am mental tho Ignored them when they said dilemma is slow they know that I get it hoe I never slowed down when the weed hit me The opposite happened it woke me Suddenly I’m smoking OG, with an OG On the westside with the homies Never, over attached Never, holding shit back Never, go in with that Never, putting the blunts down Never, over attached Never, holding shit back Never, go in with that Never, putting the blunts down Hook I’ll probably smoke this ounce til I pass out Better than being a fucking crash out Don’t throw rocks from your glass house My glass blunts loaded time I smoke on that now I’ll probably smoke this ounce til I pass out Better than being a fucking crash out Don’t throw rocks from your glass house My glass blunts loaded time I smoke on that now Verse Imagine me not in this world and I’m smoking Back to the wall with my hand on the potion Mixing it up with the weed and its potent People want drugs but its weed we rolling Weed that we rolling weed that we rolling We are the motion we in the A game and we are the tokens So I stay toking, til I’m not broken Muhfuckas wanna get lit in the open I aint gotta coach them I aint gotta coax them They gonna do it We all gonna do it We all going through it We all going stupid for another blunt wrap Point it out muhfucka yeah I want that People of the world yeah they gon mob back On any mothafucka thinking they all that Pass the joint, I’m passed the point God is gone but the pastor joined He said fuck it all I am annoyed Middle fingers up while I blaze this Hook I’ll probably smoke this ounce til I pass out Better than being a fucking crash out Don’t throw rocks from your glass house My glass blunts loaded time I smoke on that now I’ll probably smoke this ounce til I pass out Better than being a fucking crash out Don’t throw rocks from your glass house My glass blunts loaded time I smoke on that now
