Stay Faded

Lyrics

[Chorus: Rob Da Rippah sample] Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch [Verse 1: D-Loc the Gill God] Gilla I be rollin' my cigarello fat as a pillow And every time that you see me smokin' it ain't never little Fuck all of the stereotypical shit, nigga, roll a spliff So we can go ?out hand? and turn on this instrumental Called up my nigga Crucified and told him need to get high I'm 'bout to put four or five blunts in the sky Smokin' on killa until I feel like I'm finna die Eyes waterin', I'm coughin', look like I'm finna cry Till the day I'm in a coffin I'ma be gettin' high You can bury me with a pound of that Cherry Pie Just in case I don't make it to heaven I can be hired in hell Then rollin' up another blunt of that Chocolate Thai Told my nigga, ay, I need a fuckin' fat sack What type of nigga would I be without Green Crack? Takin' flights to a whole 'nother state just to take A blunt to the face, I ain't never seen that Roll it up, light it and smoke it, then pass it And sometimes I hate it but sometimes I ask you If you got some weed, if you ain't got no weed to match me Get out of my face, bastard 'bout to get high as a rocket, feel like I'm finna spiral Roll up a syringe marijuana medical bio Feel like if I ain't high, then I am about to go viral Haven't had medicine, that's why my anxiety's higher Call me the weed president and my candidate is nothin' but fire 'cause my niggas never retire I'm the sole proprietor, tellin' 'em to pass me the lighter And roll up the fire so I can get higher Smokin' weed I never think I will see a last day Got a hunnid and fifty thousand roaches off in my ashtray If you smokin' on regular, nigga, don't even call my Cellular, nigga, I don't fuck with that, I pass, mane [Chorus: Rob Da Rippah sample] Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch [Verse 2: Crucified] The Crucified is always high, I'm stayin' on the weed Late, so wake up in the mornin' nice and early, have a sleep Then I pull up out the bag a big enough, then you'd believe Break it up, I pack it up, I get the lighter and I chief Take a bit and when I'm gettin' really faded, try'na breathe Because I get up, ain't no kiddin', bein' lifted off my feet If I could smoke a cheeba way into eternity, I'd prolly OD off the weed and [?] hopin' to see No controllin' me, I'm all about the green I'm all about the money and the marijuana scene To get a hold of Lee, better grab a hold of these 'cause there really ain't no chance I'm 'bout to do a thing for free I gotta get up a second to stab it, don't think if you fuckin' with seed Better be doin' it while I be put up if somebody goin' and tokin' the weed Gotta be high and I wanna be dead 'em and throwin' and bouncin', I wanna be free Thinkin' about it, I'm burning a pack up, and fuck if they got it, you better believe I'm on that high shit, I'm on that high shit Load up a bowl on that bong and stay risin' Smokin' up all of my chronic, I wanna be on the noise, stay with the fryin' All of us up in this, so hypnotizin' Load up and roll up while packin' the bong and I'm tryin' to hit while they passin' the blunt Always about it, I stay on the smokin' the Pudding so deadly it's finna get skunk You better tell 'em be dead up if somebody reach in the bag and then pull up a gun Crucified let 'em be gettin' by so do you believe it, I'm blowin' and choppin' 'em up Smokin' up all of the weed till I'm weak then I'm fallin' I can't stop the foggin', I stop like I'm ballin' The bag I just purchased I believe is gone, then I must get another, my weed man I'm callin' Need me some more in a hurry I should'a called early, but surely He got some more of the good herb Wanna re-up, am I sure? Smokin' until I am burnt, burnt [Chorus: Rob Da Rippah sample] Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch Kickin' back, kickin' back, ki- Kickin' back with that thunderpack Kickin' back with that thunderpack And stay faded up in this bitch