10 Gram

Imma smoke that weed that all these dope niggas breathe,

Always been the type to wear my heart on my sleeve,

But when I rap a nigga dead Imma rap a casket with a wreath,

So they can feel the pain and their pride that a nigga grieve,

Burns so bad imma class it in the third degree,

Your rap skills are gonna need you to bereave,

'Cause yes nigga your so called skills are deceased,

I just went shopping and I came back with a lent ham,

I met the dope dealer and I came back with a ten gram,

These niggas smoke them high while I be tryna fly,

Fly, so I'm literally high,

High up in the sky,

Ten gram got me by,

One hundred to the dealer,

Why am I petting a lemur,

Oh shit I'm petting my wiener,

That cunt hotter than my fucking steamer,

That's not what I meant when I say it got moist,

But she be getting wet from the sound of my voice,

She don't get a choice,

Then I spit my rap game like the niggas in Detroit,

Bitch I get a buzz when I'm blazin up a joint,

She bounces until she gets herself to that climax point,

Every nigga in the city gonna blaze the herb,

Gonna stack some cash until we raise the curb,

Curb like the streets but we ain't got no bums,

And if a nigga cuts my fingers she can use my thumbs.