Its Monday morning, the start to a fresh week
I shower up and twist an L to fuel my energy
Cuz Lifes a vicious war in the daily struggle
To make it out here you need brains to hustle
And cops out here on us like flies on shit
Solicit for our daily bread and that’s just it
That’s why I’m a mover who don’t give a fuck
If I ever give up I wouldn’t be Stevie Stucks
Bag up half ounces in twenties and quarters
A high profit margin not out to push boulders
I want the whole stack for me, no middle men
And the smoke will leave ya choking and hindering
Stuck, like their first name was Stevie,
Remember me like Ad basics need me then believe me
Twenty four seven, Im always on the grind,
And when it comes to cash, Im always on time

Buy it, Bag it, Sell it, stack it
This is the life of the well established
Cut it, Break it, Roll it, Taste it,
These are just a few of the ghetto basics

Its midday now in downtown just down to 4 bags
I sell mounds of smoke, on the block they call me SMOKESTASH
I roll hash, and blunts with both hands stay choking
Spliffs are gifts from the earth spirit to stay floating
Guns cause war man, they from the golden
Era we ghetto to you but in truth we spokesman
Why wont the fucking cops just leave me alone
They want me to steam up and blast the chrome
I lookout with the eagles its the desert with heat
When im spliffed on the dro I take it to the streets
Im crazy, and catch me off the parrot bay please
Don’t even ever try to fucking restrain me
I got sessions by the loads bowls by the ships
More H20 than Hummers or Halloween film Clips
Ghetto poetry flowingly and knowingly are airtight
Like night vision on Macs We get blown all night

Buy it, Bag it, Sell it, stack it
This is the life of the well established
Cut it, Break it, Roll it, Taste it,
These are just a few of the ghetto basics