F.B.O.W.

[Verse 1] I got a lot of problems But I ain't the only one Try to keep my posture straight Come and throw me some Some of what? I mean the weed You think I fuck with extacy? Fuck no, but smoke only and singles for my homies Well some of em I'm rolling up a couple of them swisher sweets Come and blow with us for trust We got that good kush inside of these bags And i'm sure you know whatsup with this wax So lets dab Its time to let the record blast [?] I smoke all this herb And my problems deactivate Activate the right side of my mind I remember being fifteen buying dimes Oh how time flies DJ Hoppa smoking Self Provoked we smoking On A High Note smoking We'll accept Infameezy But its all good We kiefing that fire that kush some purple shit We smoking whatevers good And thats only you [Scratches/Samples] [Verse 2] Used to smoke out of apples Apples, Pens & Lighters Then I bought my first piece Broke it in a matter of hours Let it grow let it grow You know how I roll (how) Thats On A High Note [?] Light it up then smoke it up Inhale exhale (say what?) The government said its bad for you And it kills brain cells (Say what?) But the government lies So in every brainwashed mind They think weed is bad and it ruins life But I still smoke this weed fuck society What will they find on me I'm high of tree So are some of your presidents And you want me to act hesitant Man you ain't worth shit like a resin hit I'm a resident and I demand to be left alone When i'm getting stoned i'm in my zone Leave