REEFER PROBLEMS

[Verse 1: Egyptxan]
Picture me rolling scripture, behold the masses
Rip the bitch and dump reefer in it, releasin' hell to asses
Peace of mind just not a piece of mine, I got a reefer problem
See inside, you walkin' like a tree disguised to be a giant
He just hollow, ain't no G inside, ay
Grip katanas, split him like a dutch and dump his guts inside
I'm too alive for this life, I'm 'finna smoke to my demise
Until I rise like a kite
I roam the ocean, my domain, might crash the wave that I'm ridin'
You wanna rock the boat then we can get shit crackin'
Pistol packin', fully automatic with the new attachments
No compassion
Cannon in my grip might drop a bitch in
Got no preference, I do this shit with no effort
Ridin' with my bitch to keep my zipper on it with no stressin'
Cannot divide the clique because we been starvin' for this shit
Regardless I'm in it, sacrifice it all for the vision
Then smoke 'till I'm lifted
Conciously driftin', body constrictin' me, ay

[Verse 2: Brahman]
The rain used to be pourin', my fanny used to be orange
My bitch used to be Lauren, and sex use to be borin'
So guess I'm soarin' by comparison
I'm Harrison Ford up in your Larrigan
Like Brahman had some hair again
To catch your stare again, that's everytime we walk in
I guess we just some rare men, them soda can that's stocked in
And marijuana, that arizona, that pheromonal shit, seratona shit
Tweakin', I'm on that acid I'm peakin', you know the boy oh he geekin', ooh
We only ride on the weekend, leavin' a pound of it leakin, ooh
We rollin' shit that be reekin', all of it leaf, and we vegan ooh
You know we down for the trip, we ridin' around in a whip
We crackin' a zip, we lickin' it up in a spliff
We lick it, inhale it, and dip, rip
Reefer problems, roll a leaf or somethin
Yeah, we cheap or strong, better hit the bong
That munchy mix, them Trolli eggs, that black box that my homie laced
Never roll it rare like a swisher, you better dip or I'm rollin' a wood then sprayin' a clip or two
Them simmer juice, them honey berries I'mma rep a few, like ooh

[Verse 3: K.Q.]
I live my life like its a fantasy, reality's a dream
Just a catalog full of casualties, a bloody nightmare
I pack my raps like they a tool, or you can lose your life here
When you don't have it, you ain't gotta fight fair
A workaholic, a starving artist, a martyr, or something
My mama call me that nigga, I'm working harder for something
Ain't finish college, cause music the 9 to 5 that I shuffle
And 9 to 5 just a prison, nigga, that's in the discussion
Don't wanna talk about it, days without smoke
Got reefer problems for loss without it
Never dreamed the day I'm that nigga
But now they see the bigger picture
And the image back to the basement
And me Egyptxan been waitin' to kill him
Might catch a murder case Fornicate with diamonds
I stack the product to pearly gates
And fill out every dream for my niggas
Cause we done came from the bottom of crack pavement
To run a block for the pavement
On every pain and need payment For real, nigga