Clear Drops

The teacher taught the student Bomb ryhmes Now I'm gone skating off Tire trails blazing Unbelievable, amazing Can it be that nigga b With beats so fucking hard Knock these pros off they axis The next is what best is Trying to lay cool If my niggas spray Don't call us fools It would be for a good reason Chilling all day every season On point like I roll joints My niggas in northeast Burns blunts Much more never less More beats never rest Just stay fresh All this weed Need time to exhaust this bomb O.G kush I press off my chest Always staying where my heart is Always trying to go the muthafuckn hardest