Darker times

Black magic, you can hear em chanting in the woods

Rituals, with marjiuana residue

Smoking on that og reeking, loud bumpin through the speakers

brand new white sneakers, dont scuff em up

If you finna scuffle, my team gonna come fuck you up

Mio my mixer, man im outta fucking papers

I fucking bet on 5 on it like joe pesci

You might call me crazy

my eyes are bleeding

Psycopathic maniac

living in the city, better watcha back

Im stabbin all the beats, and murdin these bars

Pist-ol whipped by a desert eagle

High as fuck, and my pockets are overflowing

with potions

who knows where the fuck im gonna get the dro at

Pull up to that block like, skkrr

driving with that blunt on the lips

and a bitch with a hand on her hip

she tauntin and tauntin

but she dont know what she really want man

Money is the motivator

my only goal is to shit on the haters

fuck you fuck this fuck that

Im here to stay, but i aint here to play

We get high roll up and seize the day

Capre diem Captain jack sparrow

on his boat trippin off in the white lands of snow

acid tabs with pot and blow

we slippin hard and trippin harder

high as fuck homie come put lighter up

 

Bitch cant stop lookin at the light

say she need another joint

but fuck that im out 5 grams

in just 45 mins

Kendamas flipping and lunar landings

dark side of the moon

pink flyod is a pretty groovy dude

Dirty dancing like patrick swazy

Mans got his shirt off and he look real crazy

Knife in his boot, i came strapped with the tech

two shots down and he aint heard nothing from his lips

Snap my fingers, white jesus, regal with the flow

Icy chains and blacked out beamers

Bumpin eminem and yelling that shits so hot dog

But you guessed what, This song is nothing but a test run

Ill be back with more lines and more blunts for us to burn