Everything Is Green

#THEORY (The Art of Money)

 

Everything is green, whether tea, lean, or weed

money trees, getting cream, for the dolla I'm a fiend

it haunts me in my dreams, my brain was caught

by insane cash running, and my train of thought

is off the track, but I'm shippin whatever to get the dough

whether workin on my flow and rapping in the studio

everybody knows that's only thing that I'm living for

please, I'm dying of thirst, ask the trees to give me more

on the zigga ziggas pullin the triggers for figures, figure

precision mind aimed at the green, turning colors, lizard

now it's caught up in the mix, and now I'm twisted

for the cash, too many motherfuckers gettin on my hitlist

what is this? An alternate world without human beings

just me swimming in lonely stacks, my lucid dreams

I said I had a dream, and I ain't talkin Martin Luther King

now it got me doing brutal things, for the dough, man

 

#HOOK

 

Pussy, money, weed, tea, all a nigga need

I used to say, until the day I'm lazy, weird, or caught in greed

thinkin bout my life, askin myself "what does it mean"

pussy, money, weed, tea, everything is green

 

#STEREO #DEMON (The Art of Weed)

 

Uptight motherfuckers, what kinda marriage you wanna?

Legalize first, faggots or fags, hot as a sauna

everything is green, and when I'm blazin that weed

I'm Mother Nature's seed, spread the love from the machines

feeling like a king or I'm ruling as a queen

my regimes supply high powered weed knowledge scenes

dank sticky kush, I think I need a lighter, damn

OJ Kush and White Widow make me feel like I'm Spider Man

I only mow lawns, and from that I barely make a cent

well I do, just spend it easy, this month I was late for rent

my Mama's kickin me out her house, don't want me anymore

fucking bitch, what's her problem? So, yea, I'm twenty four

I failed college, now I'm on the sidewalk, cardboard

box I'm sitting on, asking for money to buy some more

they call me a bum, a lazy pothead, fuck what they say

what am I here for? To smoke weed every damn day

 

#HOOK

 

Pussy, money, weed, tea, all a nigga need

I used to say, until the day I'm lazy, weird, or caught in greed

thinkin bout my life, askin myself "what does it mean"

pussy, money, weed, tea, everything is green

 

#I'M #THE #SHIT (The Art of Tea)

 

I love pussy, money, weed, but not as much as tea

I think I need some more, can you pour me some please?

I love my fucking tea, it tastes good, especially green

I also like to smoke it, people say it's weird, teeeeeeeeeea

wrap it in the can, grab the stinger, cut it, base it

find the fork and kick the T, the tea's amazing, how I taste it

I love green tea the most, but no I'm not racist

I love my friend's looks when I blow it in their faces

and since I watch the tea like a motherfuckin vulture

I've also been since obsessed with all British culture

the other day I dressed up as a guard from the palace

running through the streets "god save the queen", happy malice

blaze it like you've never seen, what does it mean?

Is it a dream? I like to drink or smoke it in my skinny jeans

light the tea like a chalice, and sip some good green

tea is God, I worship him, it's everything, I love that shit