*Intro*
My homies, young loc's, Rest In Player Peices cuzz..//
You just dont know, how much, I miss tha buzz//
Rollin' up...honey cognac-blunt wraps, wit dis fat sack//
Seein' slobs and grabbin' tha mac, strap on my lap//
*Intro*
Verse 1-
Lookin up from tha ground, observin' all my goods//
And...