Ganja Goblin

Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck what they think Ion wear gucci n*gga I wear mink Fur burr trigger getting pretty cold To the bitches I'm not listening they yappin' getting old One ear to the next, like the bread in my bank My pockets so fat I got a bed when I sit Nina brought a bang bang to a n*gga talking shit You don't hit licks, an ice cream cone the only thing you lick I been counting money over blessing I been pretty sick Wear double X so you wouldn't even see the piece You wear double X cuz McDonalds only thing you eat Pastor been around, you another two years on a lease On a property that happens to also be owned by me I get paid to be at places that for you would not be free If you want my time and talent then a n*gga want a fee Psilocybin vibin' I got magic mushrooms in my tea I'm that hungry motherfucker yeah pastor fuckin' p I'm a ganja goblin, gobblin' steady smoking pounds of weed My temple throbbin' I don't even know the fucking week You a thousand fucking pounds and continue to go eat N*gga you not a whale, you the whole entire sea You a silly billy acting up all willy nilly You don't know pastor p, you don't even really feel me All the things that I do, I do all upon my own When the check hit the mail, imma cash it all alone Fuck you I know you don't run no checks, you don't run at all Bout to break the earth surface, if you were to fall When you get a bitch num-ber, she would never call Six foot but you running short, even if you tall You tip toeing 20s I be thumbin' benji bills Mock you at your peril shoutout genji when that n*gga kills Are you fucking serious N*ggas are delirious I'm a monkey, fuck the yellow hat Yo bitch is curious I just stole yo wallet but that bitch always empty I don't want the love if it fuled up by your envy Psilocybin vibin' I got magic mushrooms in my tea I'm that hungry motherfucker yeah pastor fuckin' p I'm a ganja goblin, gobblin' steady smoking pounds of weed My temple throbbin' I don't even know the fucking week I'm a ganja goblin, gobblin' steady smoking pounds of weed My temple throbbin' I don't even know the fucking week SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU A DUMB FUCK RUN OVER HIS BODY WITH A DUMP TRUCK HEAVY STEPPING ON THE BEAT WET UGG N*GGA YOU SHOULD KNOW I DON'T GIVE FUCKS SMOKE A POUND A DAY AT LEAST WAKE AND BAKE LIKE BREAD WITH YEAST TOUCH MY WEED, END UP DECEASED LOOK MY WAY AND LOSE YOUR TEETH You a silly billy acting up all willy nilly You don't know pastor p, you don't even really feel me All the things I do, I do all upon my own When the check hit the mail, imma cash it all alone Fuck you