T.H.C.

[Hook: Koopsta Knicca]
Smokin' on a junt wit my niggas drinkin' O.E
I'm stop off in the liquor sto' get ya neck
And we headed for the indo [x4]

[Verse 1: King Raw]
I'm just pullin' on her hair
And use the herbal essence
Anti-depression
While i'm curing her of her
Daily stresses, easy method
When you a king
And then ya whole team
Eat, sleep successes
Livin' heaven-sent as reverends
See thats the thing
They mind-frame
They sacrifice for mainstream
Cause nowadays niggas actin'
By da greensceens
Everything fucked up
I rather just
Be be with my mainteam

[Verse 2: King Raw]
Spending' hours in the booth
Tryna' strengthen up my skills
Cause a nigga just can't get back
At his Will, once he's killed
Pass me a pill
By pill i mean senzu
But just Be gentle
Cause this little skittle
Can heighten your entire mental
See this flow, just be gentle
This is no rental
Im cooler than ments is
As im grindin towards dem benzes
No wrongs, all right
Just like Lorenzen
Your women, for instance
This yo' worst scenario
I step outside this booth
She goin down, jason terry hoe

[Verse 3: King Raw]
All I need
Arizona tea
California tree
And a beat
Then its R.I.P
Rappers are deceased
Know how it be, when im in vibe
Im not tryna hide
But drama I despise
Therefore, I just ignore
All the whoopin and hollin'
Who beefin'and why
Real G's moving in silence
We keep it inside
Im in the hyperbloic chamber
Steady just spittin' some rhymes
Like what's the time
It dont exist
Just makin' shit
U can't resisit, while