I smoke weed an drink forties, pretty stereotypical but dats what i do//
4 dollas for da forty and fin for dro from each one in ma crew//
2 dollas for a blunt rap, vanilla, strawberry, or honey//
and dis is every single night...thats why I have no money//
smokin dro my mouth gets dryer then deserts//
then i spend money on a drink and all I want is dessert//
the O.E. tastes like ass but fuck its gettin me mashed//
trashed on da corner of a curb, passin out as my boys laugh//
but at the peak of my drunkness im battlin every cat//
every rap I spit sounds like the illest shit anyone spat//
when im mash out a beat sounds like somethin sent from heaven//
it touches me in a way i cant seem to ever reckon//
but also I get violent and my fuse is shorter then midgets chairs//
anyone dares to fuck wit me prepare to get repaired//
da hospital is ya nex stop, cause da golf club smashed ya brain//
the dro chills me out but the alchy makes me insane//