[Hook] Mic check one, *Em-scratch*, one two This a little somethin' you can roll some loud to Reach into my pocket lookin' like I found you Some kaleidoscope dope you can see the clouds through(x2)
[Verse 1] See this some old school flow with a new sound This that old school soul in some New Balance The way I take and make hits ain't a new challenge Tell Howie this America's true talent Close your eyes, find my rhymes mesmerize These unorthodox thoughts would have Big Brother vaporized What I'm doin' is a mission, not a competition Moldin' minds of the people who are tryna listen See hold up a little Rolled up a couple I ain't mad at ya I'm on another level I'm on a level that several will call the devil's vessel Feelin' like a rebel puttin' pedal to the metal The way this chick takes her hit makes a dude proud She's rippin' on this blunt man, she's got a rude mouth She stays kushin' like she's sittin' on somebody's couch But like some cushions man sometimes you gotta throw them out I fuck with Bic cause it makes pens and lighters Its kinda funny cause I use both to make fire Ain't nobody got the hustle like I do How 'bout that me and you, find a room and rendezvous? I'm just posted deep, laid back, rollin' weed Playin' that music for all ages I keep it G Ya ain't heard of this? Ya ain't heard of that? Whatchu' want boy, we be out here burning grass