Prequel To The Mother Land

[Hook:]
For the dough I swear I said this shit before
We taking it all over
Sticking y'all up for the dough
I swear I said this shit before
We not your fucking friends
Swear to God you get to close I'm letting off

[Verse 1: Blue November]
So many fake smiles I seen it all
Inhaling by the pound I love the way this green dissolves
Inside my lungs, I'm coughing
Watching smoke debris in tons
Am I speaking in tongue?
People sleeping inside of a dungeon
When I rap yes I stun them
Coming off potent, no this shit is pungent
I push it into overdrive, if I over drink
Let me think, pour another one
My thoughts is still in sync
Don't matter what you think, cause

[Hook:]
I done said this shit before
We taking it all over sticking y'all up for the dro
I swear I said this before
That we not your fucking friends
Swear to God you get to close I'm letting off

[Verse 2: Blue November]
The voyage is mapped out
We seeing and eating this green
Like a cash cow
No time for ya laughs now
We done figured this shit out
Born Again New York
With that Left Field Theory shit
Watch me slow it down
My nigga Dre with that eerie shit
Generation slowing down
Inspired by the fucking crown
Enslaved inside a never ending loop
Drugs we peep the hazard now