[Intro: Terrance Moore]
You know, it's criminal
The charges, they charge us
Marijuana connoisseurs with
We get high
But it's all in good fun
Peace & positivity
All peace & positivity
No one gets hurt
[Hook]
What does it mean if your dreams never come to fruition?
Well f*ck it, it's stupid
But here's to hoping this some new sh*t that you bop to
My n*ggas, I got you
[Verse 1]
I'm tryna smoke my reefer out of peace
Promoting peace to impoverished peeps
From Jersey to the Middle East
A little weed in my system facilitates change
My thoughts expanded to unlimited range
Whipping rhymes 'til I'm whipping wood grain
Hood man, doing good things
Getting good brain
Proving no need for college
I got a need for knowledge
Sort of like a zombie
No one can find me
Get higher than it grow
n*ggas say that we loud
But we don't smell it though
We use our senses to develop flows
Which envelops hoes and gets 'em out them bedroom clothes
Yeah you know, in every city you go
Ask about Nuveaux, and they know, like we know
That we on one
It's a strong one
[Hook]
What does it mean if your dreams never come to fruition?
Well f*ck it, it's stupid
But here's to hoping this that new sh*t that you bop to
My n*ggas, Dizzy got you
[Verse 2: Mont Doe]
On my way to party
Listening to some Sade
While I'm sipping the Bombay
While I'm hitting the marley
Bong life, the sh*t'll choak you up like Bambi
Need a rich girl like Ambie
Riding in Miami
Swervin' in my Camry
Tryna get back to New York like Camby
(This can't be)
The consequences from the decisions I've made
A lot of girls I've played, but never faded Mary J
I mean a lot of girls can sing, but none of them ain't Mary J
Aye, what the f*ck I'm supposed to say?
We all got our vices, you made your bed, now n*gga lay
'Til we get up out this hell
Bow our heads and let us pray
(Amen)
[Verse 3: Terrance Moore]
Testify in these verses
Rather die, then live worthless
Tryna find my purpose, while purple surfin'
I'm tired of working, but never time for curtains
It get hot in the booth like church
This Sunday service, could I be more blunt?
Rich flows, come from an inability to stunt
Just hope when I get money, I don't go dumb
I'm off something and it's never white
Forever tight, the rebel type
Only press record if the level's right
Bet I go off when the blunt get a light
Like Mike, compete every night for the rest of my life
I know when I flow for industry types
That it's gotta be tight
Every verse epic, that's odyssey-like
Your chances of making it here
Is like tryna win the lottery twice
I'm tryna be nice, but I'm angry
Picture, slinging lyrical dope sh*t
But when the money's the focus, they don't pay me
Maybe when they see me take the Garden by the reigns
They'll say, "he had it and he never changed"
Even though I'll look different, they'll treat me the same
Still wheelin', same car, different lane
I'm feeling focused dog
Since I rolled this up
My thoughts ain't been the same
Cannabinoids in my membrane
Weed smoke in my shirt, high fashion sh*t
It takes time to master this
So light the blunt and don't pass the hit
Inhale that smoke and let it last a bit
Then repack that bowl, with the last of it
I'm single, but I've got a thing for Mary Jane
Don't hate my b*tch n*gga
Don't hate my b*tch
It's just me & my b*tch
Me & my b*tch
[Transition: Lauryn Hill]
You know the real you is more interesting than the fake somebody else
I just want you to know that
Truth is from the inside out
You know, and the way we’ve been trying to heal and be healed is with these topical, surface, superficial, temporary solution
And I’m telling you
True healing is from the inside out
You know, we’ve been told to protect our outer man
While our inner man is dying