D.R.U.G.S ft. Fredrick Grimes Lyrics

Man on belly, dawg

Who you jestin' to

Yo

When I wake up in the morning, man, I got the same plan

Fennery up, go see the weed man

Cop six every week, no leaf, no stems

Know I get it cheap, get it right from the plants

Nigga, we do no fronts

If you ain't holdin' money, what the fuck you want

The prices don't budge, so don't even ask

If it wasn't for music, I'd rock a ski mask

At nine to five, life ain't for me

Cold world, so I crank the heat

Heavyweight shit got the belly of the beast

Ain't never gonna starve you

Sleep weed, huh

Say it with your chest, little niggas speak up

Came a long way from the mud

Still be up when I'm drunk

The money made me fall in love

People take my smoked drugs

Either way, I get paid to spit

I don't need you, ain't to show love

Breaking bread like I'm paid to shit

I push crazy whips and stay high

Caucasian kid with the Asian eyes

It's THC till I die

Y'all can hate, but that's a waste of time

I mean you when I stuck in my throat

I'm planting these seeds and watching them grow

No need to pass me the L

Me and my homies smoke shit to the dome

Clone to the piff, it's homegrown

It ain't about guap, stop hittin' my phone

Cat spit with a typical flow and cachet

Cause they know they ain't sick with the program

You ain't in the know

Hit the J, let me kick the flow

Mix the mud and I sip it slow

Don't let me get in my zone

Don't let me get in my zone

Don't let me get in my zone

Young grinds on the grind for this dough

Yeah, I been through the highs and the lows

Yeah, I been through the highs and the lows