Black Market

[Intro]
Uh, this shit sound like
It's time to roll somethin' up
Brain
You know how we get down nigga
Long spliffs and bong rips
Haha

[Verse]
Yeah
I'm always with the reefer
Pardon me I’m prolly in the ether
In a cloud it’s hard for me to see ya
Only nigga livin' smokin' more than me, Khalifa
A zip a day is hardly a procedure
So high am I️ a party in the bleachers
See me smokin' like they caught me with amnesia
But you ain’t ante up, fuck up off a me Felicia
My nigga Sammy handing me the brain food
Blaze it up, every strain I️ puff I️ can’t lose
He lace the streets and feed the family with the same roof
Makin' all you motherfuckers wish you would’ve came through
Roll the brute and hit the ray gun
They’ll have a nigga feelin' like I’m page one
They’ll have a nigga feelin' like a cheat day
Feelin' like a nap, find me droolin' like my face numb
I don’t play, I️ need my dose like every day bitch
I️ love it raw but the piece I got is way sick
I'm old school like the switches and the paint drip
So you know when I️ get low I’m bout to scrape shit
They know about it, but I️ don’t smoke around the kid
And when I’m lit I️ tell my son to keep me out the fridge
Shopping stiff I️ don’t puff if it ain’t 20 plus
Fuck ya snicklefritz all the shit you got is not the biz
I’m in dispensaries like referees
The homie killin' all the shit that y’all been sellin' me
And fuck the smell they need to let us try the recipe
That sticker lying, I ain’t high, that percentage weak
I might get to feeling offended like an enemy
I️ just keep it real 'til the end if it’s my energy
Remember me? Roll out the carpet bitch and spark the spinach
Hardest in it, narcissistic, still black market wit' it

[Outro]
Brain