"Smoke My Weed" lyrics
My life is such a gamble
So you know I roll the dice
Way I talk about the devil
You would think I'm Antichrist
Up in smoke like I'm Khalifa
I've been reaching newer heights
Livin' proof I'm like Zeus
When delivering strikes
I'm Jehovah Witness
'Cause I'm knocking at your door
I'm not superstitious usually I ignore
Got that motion sickness
Like I haven't slept in days
Havin' conversations with myself
I'm clinically insane
Pass the doobie I am oozing
Got the munchies ratatouille
Getting head while I'm in bed
And then we fucking through the movie
I don't want none of that gossip
Only realness I'm consuming
I'm the type to cause a ruckus
Aftermath will leave you ruined
I'm gone out the park like Barry Bonds
Bringing smoke I'm Cheech and Chong
Write a verse record a song
Do my Kendrick Crip walk
I don't talk about no gossip
I'm too focused on my future
Know the real ones riding with me
They don't switch up like the seasons
Way too many snakes I am not about it
I've been in my lane dealing with my problems
People love to hate once they see you win
I'm vibing to this beat like it's Psilocin
Move in silence that's how I live
Antisocial sorta I've been
Can't be real then don't come around me
I just stay alone and then smoke my weed
I need a bad girl she go both ways
I want the full chorus skip the foreplay
Get the crowd jumpin' they screaming ole
You couldn't beat me on my worst day
Dropping bombs like it's atomic diabolic
In the lab like Walter White
I'm cooking heat and makin' profit
Runnin' errands like a paperboy
Yeah I've been on a mission
How I'm locked behind these bars
You would swear I'm in a prison
Lets go I've been vibing in my zone
But these voices they won't go
Like a tootsie on a roll
Same old me my status quo
Don't get mad I don't get even
Let my results do the speaking
When I'm lost I talk to God
It all happens for a reason
They said you ain't gonna make it
Now my music helping millions
I got nothing left to prove
You're too busy in your feelings
Way too high I can't come down
Keep on preaching to the choir
Light it up if you're a real one
I'm still putting on the fire
Way too many snakes I am not about it
I've been in my lane dealing with my problems
People love to hate once they see you win
I'm vibing to this beat like it's Psilocin
Move in silence that's how I live
Antisocial sorta I've been
Can't be real then don't come around me
I just stay alone and then smoke my weed
So you know I roll the dice
Way I talk about the devil
You would think I'm Antichrist
Up in smoke like I'm Khalifa
I've been reaching newer heights
Livin' proof I'm like Zeus
When delivering strikes
I'm Jehovah Witness
'Cause I'm knocking at your door
I'm not superstitious usually I ignore
Got that motion sickness
Like I haven't slept in days
Havin' conversations with myself
I'm clinically insane
Pass the doobie I am oozing
Got the munchies ratatouille
Getting head while I'm in bed
And then we fucking through the movie
I don't want none of that gossip
Only realness I'm consuming
I'm the type to cause a ruckus
Aftermath will leave you ruined
I'm gone out the park like Barry Bonds
Bringing smoke I'm Cheech and Chong
Write a verse record a song
Do my Kendrick Crip walk
I don't talk about no gossip
I'm too focused on my future
Know the real ones riding with me
They don't switch up like the seasons
Way too many snakes I am not about it
I've been in my lane dealing with my problems
People love to hate once they see you win
I'm vibing to this beat like it's Psilocin
Move in silence that's how I live
Antisocial sorta I've been
Can't be real then don't come around me
I just stay alone and then smoke my weed
I need a bad girl she go both ways
I want the full chorus skip the foreplay
Get the crowd jumpin' they screaming ole
You couldn't beat me on my worst day
Dropping bombs like it's atomic diabolic
In the lab like Walter White
I'm cooking heat and makin' profit
Runnin' errands like a paperboy
Yeah I've been on a mission
How I'm locked behind these bars
You would swear I'm in a prison
Lets go I've been vibing in my zone
But these voices they won't go
Like a tootsie on a roll
Same old me my status quo
Don't get mad I don't get even
Let my results do the speaking
When I'm lost I talk to God
It all happens for a reason
They said you ain't gonna make it
Now my music helping millions
I got nothing left to prove
You're too busy in your feelings
Way too high I can't come down
Keep on preaching to the choir
Light it up if you're a real one
I'm still putting on the fire
Way too many snakes I am not about it
I've been in my lane dealing with my problems
People love to hate once they see you win
I'm vibing to this beat like it's Psilocin
Move in silence that's how I live
Antisocial sorta I've been
Can't be real then don't come around me
I just stay alone and then smoke my weed
Writer(s): Truong Tran, Greg Macdonald
