4/20 (feat. Q)

Feeling fresher than a peppermint Like I've been heaven sent I'm waking up and resurrect My high I can't neglect Put my eyes upon the internet Facebook intersect Hoes bitching Talking bout they been upset But wait a sec Weren't you posting other day No intellect And said you needed dick He fucked and left Really what you expect I don't really mean to interject But really show yourself respect Invest in time You'll get a check Thinking in a sesh hits reality Kill the blunt finish it I'm on the fatality I'm steady smoking If caught up it's a legality Say they ain't smoking Ain't tried it yet or it's fallacy Ain't about the morality Feeling fresher than a peppermint Hoes say I'm heaven-sent Cause I'm so high Yeah I been smoking on my evidence More than merely evident When I roll by Baby you can smell me a mile away And when I step in the room Them people hating putting smiles away Til they gotta smoke for me Now that it's evident I'm better than a regular Joe Never settle for the Reggie Or the regular dro Some better or some medical Yeah Moder meddle with both And if ya want it get your bread up Never settle for loaves Got my goal My destination my incentive to go When I feel cold Resemble winter I December the flow Ain't what you know It's what you do with that Continue to grow and No matter fast slow tracks Just continue the road Unconditionally make my light Continue to glow Cause when it's out It make it hard to get relit Cause I know That when you're doing what you love You ain't thinking nothing of Giving up Even when it get tough You gone toughen up Some people used to try and rough me up Til they were scared of uppercuts From knowing how I erupt I go nuts Bull in shops Don't compare to my rush But when I take a few puffs I'll even laugh when it sucks Cause I be Feeling fresher than a peppermint Hoes say I'm heaven-sent Cause I'm so high Yeah I been smoking on my evidence More than merely evident When I roll by Baby you can smell me a mile away And when I step in the room Them people hating putting smiles away Til they gotta smoke for me Niggas tripping over hoes And they ain't got their feet out She said you do the most I never took that bitch to eat out She try to come to me bout How you need to leave out But I never save that hoe I don't even know the first thing bout Keep my mind up on that mullah My hand upon that Rouger Long distance see through the scope They will hit you in your medulla Them packs I keep me a few of Need some I send them to you But we can't do no biz If your ass acting peculiar Uh Made in dope game Got green got brown got cocaine All we serve is that A-1 And ain't serving that no name Aye Fuck what you say Could give a fuck what you say And If you ain't about your digits playa Then nigga yeah that's ball game Ball baby Tell em' Mode Feeling fresher than a peppermint Hoes say I'm heaven-sent Cause I'm so high Yeah I been smoking on my evidence More than merely evident When I roll by Baby you can smell me a mile away And when I step in the room Them people hating putting smiles away Til they gotta smoke for me