Smoker's Corner

WILSON So who you know that can flow even close to us Since a kid momma said I was dope as fuck Why every morning by 6 I was woken up Because my pops never drove so I rode the bus Headed straight to the back where I rolled em up Empty the sack telling Max, here hold the guts Then getting off at my stop when I caught E-Rock With his Walkman knocking the coldest cuts Like who's that Non Phixion, he said nah listen Come on Tom, that's the god Nas It Was Written Feeling like a don off this ganja I'm twisting And what's ya next class if it's drama we skipping Back on a mission, pulls from the crown While we macking on these bitches that be holding it down By the tracks getting lifted or rolling around Never had a limit man you know I roll by the pound Been smoking bomb since a long time ago But as a kid I never knew it was a problem though Cop dro on the low don't let my momma know Because that Honor Roll was not a common goal I got no time to waste playing varsity ball Tryna find my place up in Carnegie Hall Hut one, hut two, roll a blunt fuck school Got a dream to be a rapper now it must come true No cap and gown cause I was acting out Better believe I'ma leave my grandpappy proud Grammy awards, billboards, fam clapping loud Because your dreams are gonna be what you imagine now No backing down when I blaze it up I'm unstoppable like my brakes were cut Different kinds of fire my mind desires See me climbing higher when I take a puff Y'all know where to find me, I got that doja for ya I hold my head up highly, meet me on smoker's corner I push that good sativa, call it the paranoia Y'all smell this gasoline, that Northern California But all my strains is local, they never cross the border If you ain't in my circle, then I got nothing for ya Out here these clouds is purple, go on and place your order Cus when that bell start ringing come find me on smoker's corner PEPE Cut class for the puff pass Pockets full of lint couple dollars and a bus pass Save my lunch money all week, cop a dub sack Sitting in a hotbox faded, whoa I love that Started with a pizo, I was tryna keep it on the d-low All my hoodies smell like cigarettes and weed smoke Lil homie used to plug me with a grinder Otherwise I was crushing up the nugs on my binder Cheef Willy introduced me to the Phillies Comic Book Crook blowin' blunts of the killi All the kids from the six know the feeling Nothing else to do in the 2-0-city Had a dream I could rap in the scene Bag full of green in the back of my jeans Soon as I'd get up, meet up and we lit up Slouching in my chair so the teacher say sit up Try to tell me how I'm sposed to talk Thought the kid must be dumb cus I smoked a lot Cus I stayed out late and I roamed the blocks And the school rooftop was the dopest spot Typical lifestyle pothead stoner Twisting up a spliff while I was copying the homework I was never into calculus Rather kick it on corner blowing clouds of kush Learned couple things outside the books How to write rap hooks shoot dice n joog With the hat to the back white Nikes look Getting mad cus you know that we twice as good -Show out cus our shows getting sold out For the ones full of doubt guess ya know now Can't hear cus the kush cloud so loud Spit fire whole crowd blow smoke out Y'all know where to find me, I got that doja for ya I hold my head up highly, meet me on smoker's corner I push that good sativa, call it the paranoia Y'all smell this gasoline, that Northern California But all my strains is local, they never cross the border If you ain't in my circle, then I got nothing for ya Out here these clouds is purple, go on and place your order Cus when that bell start ringing come find me on smoker's corner