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Open up strong, like September the 8th

Ain't playin' no games

I'm humble to death, but aware of my strengths

So aware of my strengths

I smoke to stay mellow, my mind is a maze

This shit is so crazy

I try to see yellow, but shaded with greys

Don't sleep on your grave

When I think about life, I sit back in a daze

My blunt always lit, got my lungs full of haze

I'm amazed at the way that they twist it to gaze

Perception is king in the eyes of the faint

It's a javelin throw to the pick of the day

All different, depends on the hate

Traeger no cloud, it's a flame with no rake

It's so easy to spread with no type of containment

Living so lovely, but stress is so braised

I'm done with new ways

The outcome, it always comes out just the same

Put it up with the Lays

I've take a portion, I've given the daily

I'm saying I'm following vaguely

Loosely I'm thumbing through, flippin' the page

Leave nothing to thought, I forget it no trace

Our spirit is sacred, we treat it in vain

More of a asset with coverage like Bain

There's layers unseen with no leaning like cake

It's all in the sauce and that's all like it's Cane's

Distinguishing features all covered by shade

No way you can link it with nothing to make

I'd rather no name with the face

Take it of leave it, believe I'll create