SMOKE (5% TINT)

INTRO:
Got a chest full of smoke, backyard blowin dope
Got a wicked way with words, but i'm not a fucking pope
Bitch

VERSE:
Got a chest full of smoke, backyard blowin dope
Got a wicked way with words, but i'm not a fucking pope
Bitch it's SGR my necklace, petty bitches gettin jealous
I'm always with my queen, and i ain't playing like some tennis
You want it, you can get it
Stack it up like it was tetris
The tempest finally opened, take a look what i invented
No criminal for image; i'll be more than what's presented
I'm bound to hit a milly and some more, check the percentagе
My brothers hella gifted and wе moving super different
It's swift how we gon shift and turn the scene into some wreckage
Automatic flows from out the grave, you know we shoutin though
Psychoactive leaves get grinded up and smoked right out that bowl
I'm a lonely stoner and the trip i'm taking might be long
Calling for my spirit til i'm gone and wander with them souls
Schemin' with them demons, in the meantime that's just what i do
Mix that purpp and green, it got me leaniing, blaze a blunt or two