| The weed got me thinking shit that I shouldn’t think |
| I’m tryna see what’s next, I won’t fucking blink |
| Honestly maybe I could be overthinking |
| Feel like the world against me, I know when it’s sink or swim |
| If I’m stuck on this island, baby you know I’m leaping off the deep end, |
| deep end aye |
| Fuck it, sleep when I’m dead |
| Keep low and believe this vision |
| We share this world but I need it, I guess we see it different |
| I’m taking all and giving none, I don’t need permission |
| As far as foes don’t feel we need to mention |
| We started pitching from the mound and made a mountain out the mole hill |
| With soul cause most niggas get on and mine be broke still |
| I don’t feel, it’s like I went numb |
| My future bright so I don’t blind when trying to look in the sun |
| Or maybe its' the high fresh off the blunt |
| Feel like the one |
| Feel alive when you smellin' the smoke you die by the gun |
| Like fuck it cause you only live once |
| We been knocking at this door |
| I’m trying to see the ceiling familiar with living on the floor |
| To my niggas we with it, kill and get rich on one accord |
| On the phone with my uncle to remind what we did it for |
| We locked in, now the whole shit in a figure four |
| We gon' get whatever shit in store |
| Sorry for cussing |
| The weed got me thinking shit that I shouldn’t think |
| I’m tryna see what’s next, I won’t fucking blink |
| Honestly maybe I could be overthinking |
| Feel like the world against me, I know when it’s sink or swim |
| If I’m stuck on this island, baby you know I’m leaping off the deep end, |
| deep end aye |
| These the last days, even the wicked pray |
| Anticipate the high before I hit the J |
| Talking to the sky, hoping it talk back |
| I done drove through hell, ready to walk back |
| You stunting on broke niggas, get off that |
| I’m the lone wolf from the lost pack |
| The weed got me thinking what I shouldn’t think |
| Like the world move fast and I shouldn’t blink |
| But I wouldn’t light the weed if it wasn’t dank |
| Cause then it would be dirt to me |
| I got homies with hammers under they shirt for me |
| Wouldn’t let 'em put in the work for me |
| Merk niggas by myself that’s getting merked for me |
| I’m just tryna see a cloud cause |
| I think bud was around bloods |
| You said it was family, you around love if not |
| round gloves, deuce |
| The weed got me thinking shit that I shouldn’t think |
| I’m tryna see what’s next, I won’t fucking blink |
| Honestly maybe I could be overthinking |
| Feel like the world against me, I know when it’s sink or swim |
| If I’m stuck on this island, baby you know I’m leaping off the deep end, |
| deep end aye |