[Intro: Demotus]

Hold up
Man fuck these n***as man
Do whatever the fuck you want bra
This is your life, my life
Fuck school n***a, fuck everybody n***a
Do you, get money

[Verse 1: Demotus]

Man I'm starting feel like I was chosen
I woke up smoked my blunt up on the porch out in the open
I got 3 pounds in my closet by my uzi
All the sounds of panic in the air it be so soothing
Watching movies, I can't fuck with n***as they to boujee
I sprayed a K to take my pain away it really moved me
Lately I been looking at this life and whats the purpose
I can't go outside or down the street cause I'm too nervous
Plus I think these feds know that a n***a serving
Stay low key and smoke my pain away now I'm swerving
Look around and know we not the same and thats certain
All these n***as worried bout the fame I'm just working
I just smoke my blunt count my money close the curtains
Smoked out, blowing loud, crowd surfing
Where were you when I was down, I was hurting
Oh you fucking with me now, how perfect
Terror hide behind them friendly faces
When I pulled my strap they see I wasn't really playing, aye
Playing, aye
Kush smoke thats my favorite fragrance
I ain't really worried bout shit cause I got patience, ya