Stephen A Smith Lyrics

Yea

You know what I'm saying man it's Planet Boot 2 bra

If you not high right now, if you not fried and you sober?

Don't listen to this joint bra it's not for you

808 Lang onna beat nigga

Yea haha, lessgetit

The only thing that I can fail is a drug test

The shit that I sip is dirtier than incest

I roll up a jay when I'm bout to get dressed

All of my niggas solid like an armrest

This the zotti I can tell by the smell

Serving them junkies out by the Shell

And I swear to God bro being sober

It doesn't make sense like an empty wishing well (Haha)

I got some shooters on go

I think I did too much LSD I'm moving so slow!

I'm tryna do me a show

Bad bitch foreign she invite me to her Château

My jays do damage like The Sith

I just wanna go to sleep but I'm tripping like shit

Sobriety is a myth

Light up a jay I get high and watch Stephen A Smith

The za put me in a box General Mills

Used to be fucked up off them pills

Every weekend a nigga be high on the hills

I don't want the Wockhardt if I don't see the seal

Uh, this shit got me stuck I'm wordless

These niggas still ask me to match, it's worthless!

The clip so long it can hang a shower curtain

I'm making a big play Plaxico Burress

Uh, I stay with the drip like an IV

I feel like The Joker you niggas can't stop me

My hands keep shaking bro this the super zotti

Being high it's my personality not a hobby

808 Lang on the beat get to kranking this shit so I snap, no filter

My brain inna twist like the end of Thriller

My zotti so frosty it's matching the winter

If I can't get high nothing else matters

The junkies know I'm throwing zips Matt Stafford

Told a bitch I need my own space no matter

That shit was a bar not talking bout a tavern

I be high by myself

I do it for my health

And the shit that I smoke is top shelf

She just want my money I told her farewell

I be checking the plug's ETA like a hotel

The only thing that I can fail is a drug test

The shit that I sip is dirtier than incest

I roll up a jay when I'm bout to get dressed

All of my niggas solid like an armrest

This the zotti I can tell by the smell

Serving them junkies out by the Shell

And I swear to God bro being sober

It doesn't make sense like an empty wishing well (Haha)

I got some shooters on go

I think I did too much LSD I'm moving so slow!

I'm tryna do me a show

Bad bitch foreign she invite me to her Château

My jays do damage like The Sith

I just wanna go to sleep but I'm tripping like shit

Sobriety is a myth

Light up a jay I get high and watch Stephen A Smith