International Dope Fiends Anthem (feat. The Prince of Weed)

Goddamn who made this Sad hawkins Okay, okay Type a text up to my runner Told em meet me on the ave We got junkies at the spot They gon' keep hitting back I got plays in every city Serving packs just like a tour International with it Boy, I'm good at the door From the south to the east From the west to the north They be tapping in for deals Know I keep a fire torch If the feds, hit the lines Switch the phones, switch the course I ain't lacking in the game I done seen too much before Hit the woodlands with a backwoods Shit looking like a log Out in Katy doing shrooms Visions deep like a fog Ducking cops in college station Had to stash it in a lake I be out in Africa Smoking hash with some sheiks International dope fiends Got the packs overseas Got them runners in the trenches Serving junkies what they need International dope fiends Serving blues, serving lean If they hit me on the celly Best believe it gon' be clean I got packs overseas I got ounces, pounds, keys You can get it for the cheap nigga, what you need Bitch, this big tpow the amsterdam connection You f*ck niggas soft need to stop the flexing I told sad hawkins I'm never gon' stop this trap life Made a hundred k before I even caught the damn flight Break it down, ship it out double out that pack price Exotics overnight make sure these packs wrap tight I got packs in Amsterdam serving work in Japan Bitch, I'm swervin it in the land all we know is getting bands Trapping out the pj you ain't served a thousand p's Trapping out in Tokyo my money speaking Japanese I serve these International dope fiends Got the packs overseas Got them runners in the trenches Serving junkies what they need International dope fiends Serving blues, serving lean If they hit me on the celly Best believe it gon' be clean Huh, yeah Wake up early, check the spot make a drop, keep it hot Every move I make it smooth I ain't never trust a opp I got fent up in the mix I got perks up in the pot Had to tax them out in Florida cause their price is out of stock They be fiending for the re-up I might bless them with a zip Told them keep that money steady I ain't frontin, not a bit Hit the line, pop a seal, let it drop, it's the time Told my runners keep it low we ain't tryna make it hot Double cup and purple stains still ridin' dirty Swingin' lanes till I'm motherfuckin' 30 Huh, international dope fiends International dope fiends Got the packs overseas Got them runners in the trenches Serving junkies what they need International dope fiends Serving blues, serving lean If they hit me on the celly Best believe it gon' be clean Huh, uh Servin' up the city, boy servin' up the world You ain't talkin' bout no business then don't speak a single word Got my youngins on the block keep that work up in the curb International dope fiends gettin' money what you heard They say dope like love how it take you away How it wrap around your soul how it make you obey How it whisper in your ear when you try to escape Got em' knockin' at my door fore the sun even wake Got the plugs up in the east and the plugs up in the west I got friends up in the burbs I got junkies in the jets They be sayin' that they quit they be claimin' that they done Till they hit me late night beggin' please just one They can't help it They be callin Through the seasons They be fallin Ain't no sayin Ain't no stallin Ain't no love Ain't no rollin Yeah, yeah That's the raw end International dope fiends Got the packs overseas Got them runners in the trenches Serving junkies what they need International dope fiends Serving blues, serving lean If they hit me on the celly Best believe it gon' be clean