Blaze Up

Sippin' liquor Hit the green like a nine iron Sky high no longer keeping my eyes wide Bye bye to the blues and the bullshit These brews got me acting a fool quick Coolin Out on the back porch Crap talk chuck a flat ball back forth at the backboard We that bored But I ain't that mad at all Fifty bags yeah the fat sort Five cones of the trichomes Mind blown like a cyclone Entering that high zone, night stoned Whole world strung out on a tight rope Under the stars with my eyes closed 'Til the lights go out and we retiring Gonna get smoked out by the fire pit Ain't no one in this environment that's gonna get as high as this We flying through the night that be my kinda shit Yo I'm bout to hit the chronic like days in days out Cause I been up in the game and I'm tryna get my name out And if I had a bad day then I gotta pull the flame out And take a hit to get the pain out cause if I wasn't high I'd probably try to blow my brains out And I'm about to take a hit for everyone that ever sold out Cause when I'm chilling with my squadron we all get smoked out And if you smoke like me then you know what I'm on about No doubt cause a whole pound bout to get rolled out But don't try to smoke with me if you nothing but a fake one This is dedicated to the people that was down with me from day one Came thru in the muthafuckin' place that I came from Fucked up smoked out every time that I blaze up