Grace

One more time got some hoes
Got some hoes that read between the lines
I, yeah
Got some hoes that read between the lines
I like smoking weed, I like that
I dream like three year old got my-, I like-
Yeah, yeah

I got some hoes that read between the lines
I like smoking weed, I like that
I dream like three year old
With my diamond teeth
I don't need no bitch to hold me down
I got more to see, got myself
I focus on me now
No more monsters swarmin' round

DMT hit like a pound
It's my momma turn, let me strike some rule
And you a fool
Are you down to burn? Are you-are
You down to hold it too?
Are you down to learn? All
My niggas known was Chattanoo'
Hand me down the shirt, I come from
I come from where you goin'?
Where them bitches at? Where them bitches at?
Is that your Henn'? Let me finish that
Hoe, you know I'm good as granny food
Bring my nigga back
Rockm, don't you down that 100
Proof, we just chillin', jack
Got 'em poppin' on a new terrain
On them bitches face
I could fuck her, flip her
To a Benz with my better rims
They don't make no fuckin' picket line
For your cuz & nem
You might catch me prayin' for some Js
For some better rims

I got some hoes that read between the lines
I like smoking weed, I like that
I dream like three year old
With my diamond teeth
I don't need no bitch to hold me down
I got more to see
Got my sapphire 'focals on me now
No more monsters swarmin' round
No more monsters swarmin' round

And just a reminder, regardless
You know you're special, yeah
So fuck the Matrix, the
Ponties, and phony vessels, yeah
We are the 'niners, we brought
You a bowl for breakfast, yeah
I'm glad your offer, it's
Often like sacrificial, yeah
And oh my God, it's a God
I should never 'fessed it, yeah
Like can you call me, I'm
Fallin', I need a blessin', yeah
I never heard ya, I'm worried
I think you're human, yeah
I see you bleedin', you need
Me, I never knew ya, but
But bust it wide, when you visit me
Hoe, at least you know that
It's Rashad over everything
Now I got the world
But I was fine with some Dairy Queen
I might fuck her, flip her
It's a line 'till they bury me
Guess what happened on that new terrain
In the better place
I can't choose between this
Medicine and some
Better friends Thought we found the truth
But then we lost all the evidence
Hold my Gucci, baby
Don't get lost in the Edison
Baby, Gucci, baby, hol' up

I like to smoke medicine, man
Lost, everything lost, Edison
I like to smoke