Man of the Hour

Man of the hour, stay smokin' on trees If you ain't gon' hit it, then pass it to me Do what I want, yes, I live how I please Just met with your bitch, and she sucked on my D Tell her to dip, cause she not what I need Now she tryna stay when I tell her to leave Shorty convinced I'm the man of her dreams Smoke up a O and then catch me some Zs Smokin' on sour, it's givin' me powers They turnin' they head for the man of the hour Not fuckin' with uppers, not fuckin' with downers Just pass me a dutchie and roll up the flower Lately my pockets been chubby like chowder Got so many hunnids, I bought me a counter Told my whole squad that this world could be hours My pack like my speakers, ain't gettin' much louder Rollin' and smokin' and breakin' the bank Got gas in my lungs, I got gas in my tank Bitches be thinkin' it is what it ain't So I spark up the BIC, now I'm goin' to space Shit that I'm smokin' is top of the rank Never a bitch just a bag that I chase Smokin' on loud 'til my very last day Probably spark up a blunt when I'm at Heaven's Gates Pack almost gone, so I call up the plug Go to the spot to go get some more bud Ridin' with Jaxon, we scoopin' up Doug, drink out the bottle and breakin' up nugs Hold up, I think that I'm catchin' my buzz Do what I want and I do it because Got no regrets, cause it is what it was I gotta relax, get the gas in my lungs Took a few Ls and got it up in my bag Lil' bitch, I'm addicted to gettin' this cash I'm gettin' it fast and flippin' them packs I'm smokin' on diesel, that's no Kevin Nash Straight to the face, bitch, I ain't gonna pass And I'm faded as f*ck cause this shit is some gas F*ck from the back cause my bitches got ass I ain't lovin' these thots, I like bitches with class Don't got no money, like, boy, what you mean? I been chasin' the bands since I first hit the scene Back in the day, I was servin' them beans Now I got the blue hundreds, I'm done with the greens Smokin' on loud, I got plenty of tree You not hittin' my blunt cause this shit it ain't free So many bands, they can't fit in my jeans Chasin' the money, my daily routine Just tryna ball like I play for the Mavericks Say that she love me, her man is too average Bitch, I'm a boss, know that shit is my status Lately been focused on my mathematics Get a few packs, let it flip like a mattress Pull up in traffic, loud in the plastic Tryna turn nothin' to somethin' like magic Ride with the pounds out to Calabasas Whippin' the Chevy and facin' gelato Can't feel my face, I'm in space like Apollo Spendin' my bands like I just hit the lotto Be who you want, you gon' lead or you follow Met a lil' baddie from north of Chicago She speakin' that Spanish, she callin' me guapo She gettin' me drunk and she brought reposado Her friend comin' through and she got the Moscato