Roll It Up

So is that a joint? Or is it a cigar? No! Okay It’s a marijuana inside of tobacco Oh, okay, so it’s like posh pot, tobacco pot You never had that? Yeah, I think, I tried one once Ah, come on, man You probably can’t ‘cause stockholders, right? I mean, it’s legal, right? Totally legal Okay Wait, hold up, again roll up We gotta smoke one, then turn up Playin’ our routine, gotta go dream I’m ‘bout weed, now I don’t feel face Like I’m living outta space I’m outta space on paper place Days we wasted, chase these pace Each phrase we say displaced, misplaced Ah, I see only green faces, I do not see races I don’t feel beat basis, what is drum, what base is Mad, mad, if you’re mad smoke that Weed, hash all that Roll it up full fat Trap, no boom bap Still rap no trash Got no f*ck for cash Gotta make rap clash Roll it up, roll it up I’m feeling so laid down Doing same since day one Doing same sins till now Calling out, calling out My homies to playground With money to play now I’m making and they won Now roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it up Roll it, roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it, roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it up Now roll it, roll it up