This a quarter-ounce J type of day Water risin' in my pine, Bernie 'hind the itchy balm from Dubs We mixin' hash with the buzzin' Ridin' slow, I'm paranoid with all this cash in my truck Watch [?] when you passin' 'em up In the night club, smokin', flickin' ash in my cup I need some Z or somethin' new, I'm snobby with the tree And the wine fridge full of terps, forty-two degrees We poppin' overseas, carry-on full of C's Get harassed when we leave, they runnin' through my thangs I've been everywhere and back, always bring my own stash Pay the hotels fees in advance I'm smokin' out the van, the driver wants a nug for himself Used to try and chase the bag and now I'm focused on my health They gettin' taxed just to put it on the shelf They might need a better line, they beggin' for my help Pull this glass out and heat up the nail I like 'em low, two pounds, I'm rollin' vibes by the roll I'm shootin' dice, I'm on a roll I just hit three times in a row We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the stems snap A million bags sold, not a single one sent back Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack I promise they ain't smokin' like this We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the stems snap A million bags sold, not a single one sent back Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack I promise they ain't smokin' like this My eyes heavy as I take another cold-start The lakehouse feelin' like a scene out the Ozarks Candy pack so dark, I can get an extra buck It's hard to let the mind chill when you really level up They fly from everywhere just to come and smoke one Trips to LA, I'ma need to hold one We burnin' 'til we can't think, I bet I don't fall asleep I came up here to shop and I'ma want 'em cheap Indiana Bubblegum with the real cat piss Roll another one, I feel like I'm numb Twenty years later and still, I'm the one Watch my full-term Garm just chill in the sun I don't want it if it ain't dried right with the cure light I told 'em, "This is my time," but they ain't hear right Only new-new in my lungs, that shit taste like a plum Hit it soft, I don't want it to brown We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the stems snap A million bags sold, not a single one sent back Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack I promise they ain't smokin' like this We don't want it when it's fresh-cut, we want it when the stems snap A million bags sold, not a single one sent back Another one rolled, just cracked another fresh pack I promise they ain't smokin' like this