Don't ask for apologies
I hit the ends, smoke a lotta weed
Doctor, is it me or my psychology?
The stress gets on top of me
If I'm in ends, got a lot of trees
Piffing on some Cali bought from overseas
Don't ask for apologies
I hit the ends, smoke a lotta weed
Doctor, is it me or my psychology?
The stress gets on top of me
If I'm in ends, got a lot of trees
Piffing on some Cali bought from overseas
I make smart songs, had to dumb it down
I smoke king L's, you can pass it round
I took big L's and it got me down
So I switched it up, you can't knock me down
I've got bare flows, I had to pattern them
You've got dead flows, I won't be catting them
I believe in luck cause I made my own and this big spliff is my talisman
I've been planning for these moments like my whole life
And I've been holding off on green until it's showtime
Still I might text a Spanish girl off of my own line
"Yo senorita, looking guapa, yeah you're so fine"
So I bun a zoobie, love my life
Been fucked over like a hundred times
So I lost my job, went overdraft
Ain't understood, said run the line
Been broke before, been lending P's
I'm next up, well I'm meant to be
So when we're crossing paths
Keep it moving, you can glance
But please
Don't ask for apologies
I hit the ends, smoke a lotta weed
Doctor, is it me or my psychology?
The stress gets on top of me
If I'm in ends, got a lot of trees
Piffing on some Cali bought from overseas
Don't ask for apologies
I hit the ends, smoke a lotta weed
Doctor, is it me or my psychology?
The stress gets on top of me
If I'm in ends, got a lot of trees
Piffing on some Cali bought from overseas
Government don't want my people to make it
So I'm turning my shoe box from cash to a payslip
I've been chilling with Mary, she's looking amazing
You will never find out bout the girls that I'm dating
Now they be glad that they knew me
Cause all my flavours are fruity
I used to hide in the movies
Now I just kick back in the studi' and light a baton with Susie
And now she's acting all loopy
I like sexy senoritas, not the bad or the boujee
And I might take an L, can't take my life
Might take you out, still ain't my wife
On Snap he's acting all badders but
In real life, waste of time
I put in shifts, you put in nothing
You say you graft, I say you're bluffing
So when we're crossing paths
Keep it moving, you can glance
But please
Don't ask for apologies
I hit the ends, smoke a lotta weed
Doctor, is it me or my psychology?
The stress gets on top of me
If I'm in ends, got a lot of trees
Piffing on some Cali bought from overseas
Don't ask for apologies
I hit the ends, smoke a lotta weed
Doctor, is it me or my psychology?
The stress gets on top of me
If I'm in ends, got a lot of trees
Piffing on some Cali bought from overseas
