Flow

[Hook: Carta] x2
She ask me why I smoke…
Say you don’t need to know
Just know I got the dough
And know that shit gon flow

[Verse 1: Carta]
She ask me why I smoke. Say you don’t need to know
See I’m falling off a cliff, and I blow this shit so I can float
And I’m probably with your bitch and we rollin’ thick, yea fuckin’ stokes
Bitch I'm Marley, with the smoke. Pop a molly, down her throat
Now it’s back to the basics
Trappin’ for ages
Wrapped in the cases
Packed in the basement
Need the weed the seeds
Feed my need for trees
And eventually
Find my inner peace
(Woo. Ha.)
Find the enemy, line em’ in the breeze
(Woo. Ha.)
All gold and its shinin’ when I speak
That sour pack, pack a mean punch
I smoke to eat, I don’t need lunch
Lets have a feast, nigga King Tut
Egyptian freak, tell her bring blunts
Never change for no ho
You get what you came fo’
Spend cash, so I get ass
So I get what I paid fo’
I said fuck school, skip class
Smoke weed. Flip bags
In consequence, I made quick cash
Like my ambitions off fifth ave
SAKS fifth. Six bands
Seven grams of that piff man
Ya’ll niggas smoke lil 1/8ths
I’ll face nine now im on ten

[Hook] x2
She ask me why I smoke…
Say you don’t need to know
Just know I got the dough
And know that shit gon flow

[Verse 2: Carta]
Got the passion of a rapping nigga
Never lackin’ just stackin’ nigga
Keep a bad bitch like a pageant nigga
Call it casting, women dancing
And I smash it… then I pass it
Now you asking.. why your bitch absent
She wit me, like she ditched classes
Frequently, rolling leaf
She on my team, like an expansion
That shit that they be posting, be bullshit and you know it
Blog niggas be hyped up, they pussies filled w/ emotion
Rookie niggas need coaching
Wifin’ hoes, no sense
They bite the flow, no rinse
Dry dick, you need lotion
I’ll walk in yo’ shit, Talk to yo’ bitch
Get her wet, fuckin’ ocean
On a jet, ‘cuz im fucking smoking
Got green like I fuck with Nostra
Got lean, where my fucking coaster
Obscene, motorboat her
No bed, do it on the sofa
Don’t trust a bitch, they’ll fuck you over
Flame gang, at cha head
Flame gang, ‘til I’m dead
And its going up, so I’m countin stares(stairs)
Off a bean, I’m so prepared

[Hook] x2
She ask me why I smoke…
Say you don’t need to know
Just know I got the dope
And know that shit gon flow