Oz.

Oh, fuck, ditch the weed, ditch the weed

It's the fuckin' cops, man, ditch the fuckin' weed

Fuck, I got that fuckin' bag on me, man

What?

The ounce, dog, I got the fuckin' bag, dog

Tuck it somewhere, man

Where the fuck do I tuck it? My nuts? What the fuck?

Chill, chill, here he comes

What's up, officer?

Yeah, early mornin' cuttin' corners

Rolling up this marijuana

Stole it straight from California, homie

What do you go on it

My cup holder filled with Tropicana

Couple grams of Aunt Jemima

In my hand like candid camera

Vibing to that Country Grammar

Pulling up to grandma's

I smell bacon, eggs that's scrambled

Hoppin' out then ol' boy ran up

My dog grabbed the MC Hammer

Blammer blammer

Make him dance

And watch him run up out their sandals

But fuck all that, where's my sandwich?

Let's blaze up and change the channels

Look on TV and I see me

With that Chief Wahoo on my beanie

Wild Boy video on repeat

Only white boy on BET

EZ Widers  hydroponics

Roll one tall as Spike Lee

You ain't never seen a muthafucka do it like me

Kells

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top

Rolling out, smoking up

Cleveland boys don't give a fuck

1800 fill my cup

Being sober sucks

I'ma spend a hundred bucks on a Oz

Gotta call Big Chuck, he the OG

And get a zone for the low 'cause I'm lil' bro'

Everybody on the Eastside know me

Westside get it cracking and the fact of the matter is

Whether I'm standing on Denison Ave or I'm in the Valley

I'm bringing a Grammy back to the city, this is the anthem

Have P. Diddy on St. Clair dancin', Kells

Used to ride the RTA

$1.50 every meter

Food wasn't guaranteed, I stole my meals out of Arabica

Speakers blasting my own shit

Bow tie on the jet on my grown shit

Courtside at the game with the owner

And sell the same arena out when I'm homesick

God damn I'm a fool

Couple hundred diamonds in the tooth

Couple hundred bitches in the pool

And out of a couple hundred rappers I am the truth

That's why I get a couple hundred when I'm in the booth

Still I keep that

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top

I come straight from the bottom

No hot water for showers

Stole a jacket from Target

Gotta go to court in two hours

I'm at Dub's house on Way St.

Swooped up Slim off of Harvard

Drove down Dove to see Casie

Let's take it back where we started

When I had that

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top