Fire İt Up

My day starts out light, but it is very heavy as the night approach When I take flow from all dat smoke dat I smoke, no joke As I commence to take flight its gotta be first class cuz this ass Could give a fuck about coach....bitch (How high do you fly when you fly back?) From da bottom to top- top to bottom and back Now as I lay me in da cup gettin fucked up Puffin on blunts and comin up with some mo of dat funky stuff Rough and tough is not enough to keep my focus No its dat hocus pocus abracadabra smokeyas Fills up da room as I breathe again One smoke from da ghetto its dem braids and When flossing in my benz with my friends it begins Smell the aroma puttin you in a coma Its dat super sanky dank that'll make ya faint go blank Hey when I its da door all my niggas say, Chorus: Adi adi adi adi ah... (its probably all dat chronic that I smoke) Oh How we love it when ya fire it up