June 13

[Produced by Coyote Beatz] [Verse: 1] Uh... floatin' high O.G skunk and blunt, I'm fried Mom produced a Gemini, so I'm usually twice as fly Sorry Houston, high producin' Test the gods, how bout you try? Step to the dark, whose bone [?] (nigga) Don't be a clone, get a hold of your mind (nigga) Stoned, sippin' slow off a pint Get engulfed with the times that we line Shine gold like I rolled up in a mine Mute a nigga’s soul like a nigga was a mime Everyday I feel gold, Abdul in his prime Had a team I move like I'm playing street fighter Now I never lose nigga leave (retire) Show you how I do once you see that she mine's I had a dream when I turned that shit into real life 'Lax in the back with the pack neva solid Rap gave me racks, but a stack neva counted Strapped with the packs and everything around it Plus a bitch with a ass, that attracts all my problems Zip in the stash every time I'm on the scene Keep yo nigga bag, all this ganja for me Pull up on the ave with the squad full of beef Cause you gotta have war for the times full of peace [Refrain] Zip in the stash, on the scene Keep yo nigga bag, all this ganja for me Swerve on the ave with the squad full of beef Always ready for the war, homey ride with the piece [Hook] Ya'll niggas better make way (make way) Livin' out my dreams, get the fuck out my lane Goin' nuts for the pay-day (pay-day) Cause my mom need a house and my pops need a range Spouse need a ounce and a fuckin' diamond ring Man I lose count, need a bunch of other things So I can't stop till I reign as a king Got the whole generation going hard in the paint (paint) [Verse: 2] Twenty-four years on this earth Mirror, Mirror Who the illest, I appear with a nerf Puttin' sinners in the river, hold them down to they float Tell them haters better bow, we the gods of the coast (coast) Know to bring the loud to the show Hit the famous weed spot for the pounds of the 'dro (dro) Circus, you a clown in the clothes I enlighten like a circuit, lay it down with the flow [Hook] Ya'll niggas better make way (make way) Livin' out my dreams, get the fuck out my lane Goin' nuts for the pay-day (pay-day) Cause my mom need a house and my pops need a range Spouse need a ounce and a fuckin' diamond ring Man I lose count, need a bunch of other things So I can't stop till I reign as a king Got the whole generation going hard in the paint (paint)