City of Steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel (Yea)

Yeah, bitch, yeah

Hotel's smoked out

I ain't going nowhere

Leaving in the morning

Cleaning lady pickin' up roaches

Sure she don't care

How I move so player?

Chiefin' mid-air

High school, I was gettin' high

Teacher said I was going nowhere

Now I'm worth millions

That's the worst feeling

Said fuck a job, bought the building

All these fake ****

Where the real ones?

First-class, no shoes

Young ****, I got no rules

6-1, no roof

Go hard, won't lose

And you know the truth

I got more to do

Already made history once

Fuck I'm supposed to do

Big bag, no seeds

Yeah I rap and I grow weed

When you this great

**** don't hate

It's about dollars, so it can't wait

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Break down the gas, roll another one

Puff one J, roll my brother one

Already stoned, and I'm almost home

If you high then you know where I'm coming from

KK, feel it all in my lungs

One puff, damn got me going numb

Everywhere I go **** want some

"Damn man, lemme get some of that shit"

No

High all day, I ain't coming down

Take two pulls then it's going 'round

Since a young ****

I been blowin' pounds

Always in the sky

I ain't on the ground

Jump in the ride 'bouta blow a cone

**** at the crib, so I'm solo

Take this half ounce to the dome

Smoke this hash out of the bong

Don't choke don't pass out till the morning

In the club throwin' cash out till they close

And I stay with the pack on any coast

KK cut down to a clone

Game day touchdown Randy Moss

Say we just ran out so we gettin' mo'

We gon' smoke till we ain't got anymore

Don't just roll one, roll plenty mo'

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Where y'all **** from, huh?

I'll wait, my city's the shit

I love where I'm from

Smoke the best, know how to have a good time

Music's great

What else could you ask for?

And I'm just happy to have Khalifa Kush

'Cause now I can share it with the world

And **** can smoke how we smoke

There ain't no ashtray in the booth right now

So I'm just ashing on the floor

Oh shit, ain't nobody even in the studio right now

It's just me, Aaron

We're just happy to give you guys this mixtape man

Hold y'all over till the album comes

Been workn' on that mu'fucka for three years now

It's finally done, it's gon' be worth it too

When y'all **** actually get this shit, it's gon' be

Well worth the wait

I just want y'all to keep getting high until then

Don't smoke blunts

I know y'all **** be hear me say that shit and be like

Wiz, I love Backwoods, but eventually

You're gonna cross over to papers

And when you do, I'ma be right there

With a big fat Raw cone, stuffed to perfection

Ready to smoke

And we all gettin' high man

Even the President gets high

Most people, they just be mad 'cause of the smell

Well I'ma go ahead, take this time right now

To apologize for the smell, in advance of course

And I'ma end this by saying shout out

To the Taylor Gang, 'cause them is my ****

Chevy Woods on the way

Kris Hollis on the way

And oh yeah, Khalifa Kush on the way

Y'all smoke somethin'

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel

Know that shit'll get real, in that city of steel