Smokin' Problem

Yeah My family hit me Yeah, haha Twist one up to this one And blaze it Feel me My family hit me said I think you've got a smoking problem I said I do, got finger cramps from twisting rollin all this Said nah for real, think you really need to slow it down Said never that cuz if i do then whos gonna smoke these pounds I hit my sister up, we need another zip today I know we got one yesterday and yup that shit was dank But check it I was stressed out, smoked that shit away So hop up in the whip let's skate already hit the bank So let's get half of top shelf and half of the lesser Give me a couple hours, bet I make back our investment Shoulda seen me back when I had stashed packs in the dresser Every single drawer, I had them wrapped and compressed up Talking 50 blunts a day, plus I puff them like a chimney These bitches scoping see me smoking now they want to get with me The fsm they heard how much im blazing so they wanna limit me Splitting rolls down the middle line of symmetry Stuff them with that 3 kings or that Bubba Kush I aint gon smoke your shit if it looks like you plucked a bush I stuffed that presidential full a quarters what it took Still screaming f*ck the government its just a bunch of crooks My family hit me said I think you've got a smoking problem I said I do, got finger cramps from twisting rollin all this Said nah for real, think you really need to slow it down Said never that cuz if i do then whos gonna smoke these pounds My family hit me said I think you've got a smoking problem I said I do, got finger cramps from twisting rollin all this Said nah for real, think you really need to slow it down Said never that cuz if i do then whos gonna smoke these pounds First thing im doin every morning is the wake and bake And then I get my hustle on I'm finna break the bank The way your boy go run the streets I feel like Frank the tank I'm only rocking one cologne and its called stanky dank Back when my sister smoked that brick weed had to clean the shit They called it clean it out cuz it was packed with seeds and sticks They charged 400 for the pound so I she was slinging quick Smoked out of soda cans or rolls, all my Gs is lit Now I'm a seasoned vet, call me young iron lungs Sad that half the homies proved the gateway right, got fried on drugs Newbie had to hit the store for blunts, hope soon he's riding up You couldn't take like all these to the face and get as high as us Couldn't have made half as much as I did in those circumstances I had heat all up and down my block but still took certain chances I made sure the streets got what they needed, had to work them pastures I pour gas on my competitors and then I burn they asses Smokin problem, smokin problem My family hit me said I think you have a smoking problem I said I do, I said I do