Ain't Even Worth It (feat. TrkFlr)

Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this If it's Blunt Wrap on the beat, then already I know it's heat His dumbass tried to sneak, now he's six pieces up shits creek We got molly and ketamine, LSD, we laying sheets And I ain't serving no goofy, but you can still pay for the feat I hit Cancun for them xans, and then nap and lay on the beach You thought that was your mans, but he rat, back on the streets I used to lend a helping hand, but now he nobody to me Ain't got no shotgun in my seat, this Glock hold 30 and a beam They was flexing onna gram, a ham ain't always what it seems He was yapping out his mouth, couldn't even have no time to breathe And I ain't really with the cappin I just let my action speak I'm getting active while y'all napping, don't worry go back to sleep And it's tragic how y'all trappers hit dispos for bags of weed They just taxing for the package, come grab a bag off of me I'm in traffic, tripping acid, not lacking, I'm strapped with heat I'm driving faster, have to hit the post office send half a sheet Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this Banx pourin four's up, geek with my soldier Muddy up my soda, we flooded in a coma F*ck what they told us, please don't lose focus I can't calm down, everything in slow motion I can't talk now, bitch, my body in the ocean I'm kicking it with Woe bitch, our minds up in orbit We make them forfeit, this shit you can't ignore it I get behind the wheel of your mama whip and floor it Riding dirty, if I get flicked, I'll pray to someone they don't find the 30 Pull up, smoke your weed and then I dip, I know they never heard me Kicking with the Chefs, I'm making sure the hunger never hurt me I be fresh to death, them fits you putting on ain't even working That shit ain't even worth it Posted with your baby and she say I'm perfect She make me lunch and then I f*ck until like four:30 I just took like 17 tabs, this shit is not working Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this Home Chefs two, take your vitamins fore you bump this shit Or get your stomach sick, you know I'm down to smoke a buncha shit The industry a bunch of fucking licks, tryna get us rich When I was just a kid, the weed we smoked didn't smell like this