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My mama used to always keep a little bit of dro.

The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes.

And though life will have its issues, there will never be a problem with the weed.

She told me, "Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame. There's gonna be frustration in this white man's game.

And they're gonna have us tied up once it's legalized because it is a trick.

" Yup, my mama had to work. My mama had to birth two kids.

My mama drove to church in ironed shirts and cap with smirk.

And I think my mama must've worked that saltine at the factor. Why? She came home cryin', said, "I'm tired of these crackers.

" I roll up for pretty girls that's on they grind gettin' paid.

I roll up for women who like want no crystal, stead caves.

And I roll up for any of my niggas that's stuck in that jam. Comin' from they family hustlin' grams.

We love you, we sparkin' on big Uncle Sam. This misery weed is a government scam.

My cousin my weed man, the plug is my mans. My whole life look like I been rubbin' a lamp. The blunt like

I rolled up a rug in my hand. Stop, look, duck in my hand.

If it ain't a buck in my hand. Fist full of bullets, I'm flippin' a bird.

It's a planet, so don't give a fuck in my hand. If we roll up, we flame up. Yes, we flame up.

If we pull up, ain't no change up. Don't play with our money, it's dangerous.

Ain't no more share croppin', this for my mama. I promise I'm fuckin' the game up.

This for my ladies that's makin' it happen. You ready, I'm ready to flame up.

My mama used to always keep a little bit of dro. The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes.

And though life will have its issues, there will never be a problem with the weed. She told me, "Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame.

There's gonna be frustration in this white man's game.

And they're gonna have us tied up once it's -legalized because it is a trick.

" -Like my girls like weed homegrown. And she get stoned. She just be choned.

All the kinds of Negro phone. Fuck it, get stoned.

Craig is smokin'. And she get stoned.

And she get stoned.

And -she get stoned. And she get stoned. -Uh, my mama had to work.

Yeah, my stepdaddy had to work.

Don't expect me to pass the perp 'cause Pastor Pert ain't at this church. Oh, God forgive me, God forgive me. Holy smokes like religion.

I be smokin' like an engine. Can't play poker like syringes. Blow a pound like I'm

Jenny Craig. I'm cold as Winnipeg.

When me and Chance smokin' them plants, return to Bill and Ted. All my weed be strictly meds. My blunt be thick as legs. Yellow

Percocets, white Percocets look like grits and eggs. Smoke a blunt for Chirac.

Catch a contact. I don't know where my eyes at. They on her thigh tat.

I'm sorry I got sidetracked, but I'ma hit you with a side bar. You could pull up in a fly car.

I'ma pull off in a flyin' car. That's cap if they say we cap.

I crack they freakin' kneecaps. And Chance get me a three cap to cover up all these naps. A dreadlock

Rasta. Bandana red like pasta. I steal a nigga bitch like a monster.

My mama used to always keep a little bit of dro.

The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes.

And though life will have its issues, there will never be a problem with the weed.

She told me, "Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame. There's gonna be frustration in this white man's game.

And they're gonna have us tied up once it's legalized because it is a trick. "

Like my girls like weed homegrown. And she get stoned.

She just be choned. All the kinds of Negro phone. Fuck it, get stoned.

Craig is smokin'