Gems on the Globe ft. B.Goode Lyrics

Just off working on my day shift

Damn I need to be alone

All these contacts falling off

Cause they never reached my phone

We been smoking on the best of 'em

The world is fucking froze

Running all over

Till we hitting up the globe

Just off working on my day shift

Damn I need to be alone

All these contacts falling off

Cause they never reached my phone

We been smoking on the best of 'em

The world is fucking froze

Running all over

Till we hitting up the globe

Dropping gems on the world, or should i say the fucking globe

We been, we been in the these streets for far too long, we heading home

Hold up, hold the phone, they thought they could hold the throne

But little did they know that they would soon be overthrown

Aye, aye

Now I'm floating in slow motion, while I'm hoping for some dro

Caught the vibes and now I'm higher than a flyer in third row

Got this bowl, light it up and take a pull

Finna smoke and toke and toke and toke until I'm zoned

Aye, Blowing up my phone, thinning out my fro

Stressing from this governmental plot i shouldn't know

Why the fuck you stressing out?

We rock it like that mosh pit and kill off all the shows

Just a common conversation fuck the stats up on the board

And we leave the rest alone

Just been plotting, Smoking heavy

Drinking on the drinking on the low

Tried to take out that curse, But it fucked up all my flows

I caused it and they heard it

We made it all alone

Dry rubbing all the ribs with that baby back for pose

Hit the blunt, fuck it up, While that cart hitting slow

You been fiending for the globe? And I been killing all the shows, bitch

Just off working on my day shift

Damn I need to be alone

All these contacts falling off

Cause they never reached my phone

We been smoking on the best of em

The world is fucking froze

Running all over

Till we hitting up the globe

Just off working on my day shift

Damn I need to be alone

All these contacts falling off

Cause they never reached my phone

We been smoking on the best of 'em

The world is fucking froze

Running all over

Till we hitting up the globe

Now we smoking on the bowl, while all the cops right up the road

Wake up in the early morning burning sage and some pre rolls

Welcome to our World where we don't accept the trolls

Dropping Gems All On The Globe, like our plane was full of holes

Tryna shoot us down but we aways stay afloat

And we don't even fire back we just let them row their boat

We got better things to do than try to go and stop there flow

They be wasting all their time making sure they steal the show

Why they always trying us? We just want to be known

And the only thing they really want is to take full control

This cage is getting smaller and we haven't even noticed

I been hoping, we wake up and then we finna take the gold

We can't win the race, if we don't know where we're going

I can't take these lazy members of the group making us slow

Roll another joint, your boy just needs to smoke