Roach Blunt

Dear the King, the one we all bow

Let my bro off restriction so he can call now

Matter fact let him out the joint, my circle small now

I don't think they gone get the point until we fall out

I don't really care who I lose, my brother gone now

I don't really care who she choose I'm on my own now

And I don't give a fuck we not cool lil bitch I'm grown now

This ain't like back when we was in school, bitch I'm my own crowd

And bro gon do his shit with that tool not even gon stunt

They catch a nigga breaking the rules, gon be some long months

And everyday I smoke til drool man I be on one

Just smoked all of my weed but it's cool, let's roll a roach blunt