Lyrics
I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs
Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second
Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach had me fiending for success
I spark the doja when i cope
Enter the game me and my music are one and the same
My mind is to blame, i'm fucking insane, i'm tryna get paid off of sharing my pain
You niggas is paid off, you fiending for fame
If you on my radar, I'm spilling your brain
I'm prolly gone take off, i'm headed for space or another dimension, i guess what imm saying is
I'm fly as hell nigga but
I stay grounded
Don't make a move you niggas is surrounded
You look astounded, you get the that's how it sounded
Look what i found, i gotta be honest, i ain't know i had all these flows in pocket
I'm hoping this money gone fit in my pocket
I don't got it yet, but i'm kind of a prophet (Profit)
I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs
Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second
Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach, had mefiending for success
I spark the doja when i cope
Back again i'm back to win it all
Comprehend how not to get involved
My mind is gifted and slightly twisted, i still ain't got a job
Still i mind my business
I got to spit this, my rhymes' the illest,
You wife wan' hit this, but now she dismissed
You falling sick, i guess i'm the sickness
Ain't got no wish list, cept that you witness
I roll doobies by the dozen, i got smoke all in my lungs
Talking shit but you got nothing, i might blow up any second
Had no job, man i was strugglin, plus this hunger in my stomach, had mefiending for success
I spark the doja when i cope