I’m just blowing out indo you see the smoke out the window

If I give her a taste of this grape she matching my tempo

If she smoking with me then she gonna open her temple

I’m the strain that ease her pain and stimulate all her mentaln

I be smoking on Cali, a cannibus

Connoisseur

And the leaves that I roll stank it smell like something manure

All you stoners need to take some notes

And get you tutor

I’m the king of cannibus you can call me

The ruler

If you need a new connect, we can get you a zone

If you need a transport we can bring it to ya home

If you need sativa we got strains for ya dome

If you hit this shit carelessly well the cough will make you foam

We rolling up the backwoods like a lumberjacks up in the forest

And we got the flavors exotic, it taste like fresh Porridge

We can never over harvest put the surplus in the storage

And organize the jars we got from the weakest out to the strongest

Im stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings

I stay blowing Os you see and smell the smokey rings

I don’t ever trip on what ever that life brings

Put that fire to Mary Jane until that bitch sings

I’m stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings

Yeah I’m stuck on that chocolate tai just like good cream

I’m smoking on that good purple not talking bout lean

Marijuana be potent but it don’t make fiends

Marijuana be potent but it don’t make fiends

Marijuana be potent but it don’t make fiends

Y’all can keep that drank

I love weed

I love me Mary Jane dawg It helps me sleep

When y’all drank too much

Y’all just turn creep

And y’all follow the crowds

Like dumb sheep

All I need me is green and some

Heat

Got the blunts in rotation just like it’s on repeat

Got me some strawberry cough that’s tasting kinda of sweet

Homie came with extracts that arrived on wax sheets

Take another rip of the bong, we making steam

Only wash it with salt alcohol to make

It clean

I don’t fuck with sleeping pills only blue dreams

And I’m on my solo shit I don’t need myself a team

This the type of shit you blow to when

You ride

You **** can’t hit it unless you bringing five

Please don’t bring no Reggie man that shit right there is jive

I’m only smoking medical grade you need prescribed

Im stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings

I stay blowing Os you see and smell the smokey rings

I don’t ever trip on what ever that life brings

Put that fire to Mary Jane until that bitch sings

I’m stuck on cloud nine like I clipped my wings

Yeah I’m stuck on that chocolate tai just like good cream

I’m smoking on that good purple not talking bout lean

Marijuana be potent but it don’t make fiends