Past 2 Present

Slanging on the corner, lil dope lots of marijuana

smell the aroma of genji it'll put you in a coma

if only i would of just left out all the drama

losing friends with benefits, getting into it with my daddy and momma

the trauma is i wasn't making commas

No grands in my hands

& if there were understand uncle sam i was trapping for the man

truly made it my duty to attend to the traffic

watching bands stretch like elastic

splitting herb flipping birds like gymnastics

damn it i could only imagine if i had it

turned nothing into something as if it was magic

the block was hot enough to give a white man a nice tan

Rolling around in whips like damn my man

" is this who i am? "