Shame

It feels like I'm back again for the first time

If that makes any sense

Sledgren

The good weed is lit, let's go

I got a couple sweets rolled and whole 'nother O in a Ziploc

They see the pockets on swole

While the light hit the stones on the wristwatch

Don't gotta ask who run it

Man it's easy baby they know my name

All the cash that we blow on some weed smoke - they say

Bro it's a shame, boy, you know it's a shame

Pockets bulky like Pop-eye

And I'm pimp all the hoes call me Papa

Gucci, Chuck Tays, I don't fuck with no Prada

Fresh off the plane and I'm smoking like High Times

It's better to be a star

NY - I'm copping them weed jars

LA - my hoes got medical weed cards

And my swag through the roof

I hit the mall a boutique and tear it down

See what I got on you want to wear it now

Think I'ma trick on her, but she get nothin'

Married to my money so bitch think I'm taken

She keep beggin' me to creep

I heard your song I can do better in my sleep

All my niggas rumble, some better with the heat

Better keep the peace (might wanna do that)

There's ink everywhere you see

And I only smoke good weed

Only wear designer man

If I fuck with baby girl, gotta be a 9 or 10 (swag)

I got a couple sweets rolled and whole 'nother O in a Ziploc

They see the pockets on swole

While the light hit the stones on the wristwatch

Don't gotta ask who run it

Man it's easy baby they know my name

All the cash that we blow on some weed smoke - they say

Bro it's a shame, boy, you know it's a shame

Last night I made a bitch forget all about her man

The reason for them guts in your garbage can

I roll expensive spliffs

She fuckin' me for free

But for you she's one expensive bitch

Keep blowin' up my sidekick, know I'm at the studio

Another couple thousand, every time I do a show

That meaning I'm really eating

And everyday of my life is like the weekend (swag)

I wake up to good weed and new clothes

Go to sleep with more money and bad hoes

One of my 3 phones buzzin' through my sleep

I know you heard of my name

I'm buzzin' all through the streets (Yeah)

And I be with bosses

Get your shit together nigga or count your losses

And in case you ain't get the portrait

I'm a make it clear: motherfucker it's star year (swag)

Yeah Man, It shouldn't be no surprise for y'all niggas

Swisher sweet flickin'

Chavo Chasin, Taylor Gang, Heavy Hustle

I got a couple sweets rolled and whole 'nother O in a Ziploc

They see the pockets on swole

While the light hit the stones on the wristwatch

Don't gotta ask who run it

Man it's easy baby they know my name

All the cash that we blow on some weed smoke - they say

Bro it's a shame, boy, you know it's a shame