Blunts Up (UK Version)

This is one of those, be the producer, production joints Rollin' up the fatties, the sky so hazy, thug life, no sweet, just the bitter, never lazy Sticky fingers and the stench of that green, one blunt to the dome, it's the struggle, the scene Twist it tight, lighter flicks, smoke clouds thick, bumpin' Tupac in the beat up whip This ain't just leisure, it's a ritual fight, escape reality, through the smoke, through the night Blunts up, homies all around, pass it to the left, that purest sound Eyes bloodshot, thoughts on freeze, gangsta style in the city of thieves Front porch legends, stories of plight, rollin' up history, taking flight Catch me Once upon a corner where the hustlers hover, blunt in my mouth, life's gritty cover Ashes fall, taggin' walls, crew movin' slow, embrace the night, leave some outlaws below Wrap the leaf, cosmic belief, inhale deep, blunts up high, life's too steep This ain't just leisure, it's a ritual fight, escape reality, through the smoke, through the night Blunts up, homies all around, pass it to the left, that purest sound Eyes bloodshot, thoughts on freeze, gangsta style in the city of thieves Front porch legends, stories of plight, rollin' up history, taking flight Roll out Bodega run, back with the blunt raps, streetlights flicker, memories in these laps Swisher sweets in, tails from the gutter, one love, one blunt, some plot to shatter Coughing up dreams, life's mean, but we steam from the valleys to peaks, we part of the scheme This ain't just leisure, it's a ritual fight, escape reality, through the smoke, through the night Blunts up, homies all around, pass it to the left, that purest sound Eyes bloodshot, thoughts on freeze, gangsta style in the city of thieves Front porch legends, stories of plight, rollin' up history, taking flight Check it Under streetlights, shadows come alive, roll it up slow, let the spirits revive Concrete jungle where we lay our claim, inhale the pain, exhale the same Night's canvas, painting our fate, blunts and beats, it's never too late This ain't just leisure, it's a ritual fight, escape reality, through the smoke, through the night Blunts up, homies all around, pass it to the left, that purest sound Eyes bloodshot, thoughts on freeze, gangsta style in the city of thieves Blunts up, homies all around, pass it to the left, that purest sound Eyes bloodshot, thoughts on freeze, gangsta style in the city of thieves That ish was fire