Haze Pack

Yeah, i take the paper out the bible and i blaze up
These is P's yall better getcha weight up
I'm in the telly smoking, eating with the shades up
With this pretty young jaw named Daija
Now i don't like her but i treat her like i need her
And i wear black Nikes and Supreme wife beaters
Riding 'round the cut like we the fucking leaders
And i don't do limos but i do two seaters
Dark shit that be drowning through thе speakers
And therе's dopehead bitches and some crystal meth tweakers
Now i don't know her but i really wanna meet her
5'10" tall with them pretty girl features
Rolling on a L, same shit i rolled when i came back from hell
People lost hope, but they wishing they was well
Sound of the bells, draped in all black, I'm Hil

Are you a lone pretty babe?
Laid back, smoking on my haze pack
Are you alone today?
Laid back, s-smoking on my haze pack
I be a lone pretty babe
Bet you motherfuckers hit that, well i don't waste that
Til the day I'm lying in my grave
Laid back, smoking on my haze pack

She put a razor to her wrist, and she bleeds out
I inhale from the L, and i breathe out
Man this shit here will blow your fucking knees out
Take a second recollect, put the trees out
I walk like i'm hurt with a slow stride
You could smell the fucking perc when i breeze by
Andre (?) in my levis
Ain't no one out there like these guys
This is Nostra, half a P, stay stoned
We getting closer, i believe they gone
That day she was standing by the payphone
Waiting for the drugs but the dude look a day long, uh
I'm from the north side of Slickville
I get a rush from the pain pills
Bitches call me Cobain still
But i'm ill i remain Hil

Are you a lone (?) babe?
Laid back, smoking on my haze pack
Are you alone today?
Laid back, s-smoking on my haze pack
I be a lone (?) babe
Bet you motherfuckers hit that, well i don't waste that
Til the day I'm lying in my grave
Laid back, smoking on my haze pack