Mirage

I spark a blunt of gas to ease my mind I might roll it all to pass the time I told mama don’t you worry I’ll be fine Told Cool & Bug G to call the vibes Wait on second thought I change my mind Think I’d rather roll the weed and smoke in silence I’m too vital to this shit my health is priceless I smoke too much I can’t be fucking with that virus Election year, damn, perfect timing If I said I wasn’t suspicious I’d be lying This go round it’s f*ck Trump & Biden Said that I was done, but my niggas need guidance Got me looking through the plot got trying to connect the dots Can’t believe everything that you see on Fox They gone make me turn my savage up another notch My brother on the East Side with a hundred shots My dog posted at the apartments with a thousand grams He say trapping ain’t dead niggas just rather scam We used to tag team the work them bales get body slammed Now I wake up everyday and pray he don’t get bammed Nobody move but cool, sit quiet On that gas at the crib just vibing I’ll be high if I get it, no crying Cause lord I got more life to live Just the thought give me the chills Shit fucked up, shit fucked up New bitch she wanna chill, but no we can’t f*ck We’d been seeing the signs for months Nobody was prepared For the babies I am frightened, for the elders I am scared But I’m Still coolin' shit in Florida just coolin' jit Gotta watch who you be coolin' with Don’t catch it on some goofy shit I washed my hands with hoes and soap My bro, he down the road Naturally sick and cold Still in the yo, we rolling some more But unh unh uh, ain’t it the year of the vote They wanna keep us close But f*ck them ballots if they actions ain’t matching Reactions, reacting in captions are classic Just classic And they’re just classic Lotta caskets, just a whole lot of caskets