Half Baked ft. 8:34 Lyrics

Nigga I'm half baked

Full time hustle watch how the cash rake

Ass shake pop at your mama More than your dad make

Wake up in thr morning roll up Fry eggs and add steak

You niggas just rhyme fuck a prime

Nigga I'm past great

And I'm half baked

Full time hustle watch how the cash rake

Ass shake pop at your mama More than your dad make

Wake up in thr morning roll up Fry eggs and add steak

You niggas just rhyme fuck a prime

Nigga I'm past great

I was just a kid with the munchies cooking my noodles pasty

When you broke and high swear to god every meal hitting tasty

Soaking up the game from the OG's plus had my papa lace me

Dreaming of a cherry six four

Like I'm Inglewood Stacy

Yea I'm a make an album about the chronic

My backwoods big and colossal To smoke with me gonna cost you

No Boundaries around the world Yea I spread this good like Apostles

Put me anywhere on the grid watch me lock it down

What would Pac do

Spray at random

Don't ask for respect nigga demand some

Me and eight three four on that type of time what a tandem

Here come Kansas

Kush jars filling up not from Branson

My eyes the same color as stanchions my dank dancing

On my P's and Q's in my PJ's Hoes think I'm handsome still

We moved P's through PJ's Forever rolling just like a wheel

How you at the top of the hill Scoon consistent skill

How I ain't the one is you dumb

It's hard to keep it real

L's full of za

Chasing W's like nigga what's a tie

Smoke to the sky

If you want it you gone pay up or die

No I ain't going if you haven't heard I ain't one to try

Smoking on that la la la la la la la

Nigga I'm half baked

Full time hustle watch how the cash rake

Ass shake pop at your mama

More than your dad make

Wake up in the morning roll up Fry eggs and add steak

You niggas just rhyme fuck a prime

Nigga I'm past great

And I'm half baked

Full time hustle watch how the cash rake

Ass shake pop at your mama More than your dad make

Wake up in thr morning roll up Fry eggs and add steak

You niggas just rhyme fuck a prime

Nigga I'm past great

And I'm half baked

Smoking in my office twenty doobies in my ashtray

And I still will roll them bitches up on a bad day

They see me winning use to seeing me in last place

Pop at your mama more than your dad make

Can ask Scoon

Ain't nothing fake real as these tattoos

Smiling cuz this money never put you in a bad mood

It's still apple crown and weed these hoes be after me

That shit don't flatter me

Make sure you put that four right after three

Power moves and power wheels that empowers me

You fronting like you smoke you know this kush a put you sound asleep

Like a mattress I've been slept on

Back stabbed lucky my skin teflon

Don't keep them they catch left long

Watch how you approach cuz like a roach you can get stepped on

If you getting money we the ones that you should bet on

Knowing I ain't going if you look can see it in my eyes

Smoking on that la la la la la la la