[Verse 1: Chris Travis]
I think I smoke too many blunts and I can't never stop
I move to L.A. cause it's legal, bitch, so fuck a cop
My flow domestic and this beat an bitches lift they tops
I make investments, then I go and plant another crop
I've been in embedded in a gang since my nuts drop
High-school, 10th grade, makin' shit rock
Bitch, I'm 21 and I feel like I just begun
So don't you try and tell me shit if you ain't make that run
Mothafuck a corporate ship and they offer loans
I'm making hits that hit a million views right up in my home
Underground top dog
Bitch my shit prolong and yeah my name Kenshin bitch
But this ain't Cheech and Chong
'Bout to stack my bands up bitch and buy a boat
Cause every time I write a verse it's murder that he wrote
She sayin' smoking backwoods, harsh, it's your throat
No, you suckin' dick, but you can't even hit the dope
I fuck a bitch real good, then I hit the do'
It's back to money, I'ont give a fuck if it snows
Used to hang with n***a's that'll snatch you outcha clothes
Now I changed those n***a's and I'm buyin' out the sto'
I'm still the same n***a from the mountain to tha east
And fuck killin' n***a's, I'd rather kill a beat
But a n***a gon' be dead if he run on me
I'm a fuckin' grown man ain't no playing me