Stacking and Slacking, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Hook: Young G] Slacking then I'm stacking then I'm spending then I'm smoking Riding then I'm gliding and then I'm hustling and hoping Stacking then I'm slacking then I'm spending then I'm smoking Riding then I'm glidingthenI'mhustling and hoping Lackingthen I'm stackingthen I'm spending then I'm smoking Riding then I'm gliding and then I'm hustling and hoping Stacking then I'm slacking then I'm spending then I'm smoking Riding then I'm gliding then I'm hustling and hoping [Verse 1: Young G] Mashing back from LA, lounging in my blunt Stash away my funk in the trunk Draw some mysteries digitally, you can only catch me physically Impossible to fuck with mystically Lessons in my blessings, leisure keep me guessing Existing in the land where to live is to be stressing Hard to see God's full meaning Smashing off to work with my aura gleaming A hero for the ages confide in these pages Lifetime of of stripe lines through different stages Of growth and existence, young man's resistance Me on the microphone is like a class of business Practical application, a common theme Sex, weed, and wealth, sin and dream Diminishing returns, ideas of abstraction Young in my heart, jaded by subtraction Looking at my life, it's hard to delve deeper I'm the young man with the weed that's creeper Taxing to my action, now I'm back in the spot Flipping while I'm ripping, you know I keep it hot Fyre 5, Fyre 4 - diaries of my soul Opinions and dominions, fear can take its toll Immature and hyper visions of hustling Mature when I scatter with the shattered winds Hopeful, joy can come and go Defection / rejection in my rolls Riding all high, you know how we do Chilling and I'm killing, ripping two [Hook: Young G] Slacking then I'm stacking then I'm spending then I'm smoking Riding then I'm gliding then I'm hustling and then I'm hoping Slacking then I'm stacking then I'm spending then I'm smoking Riding then I'm gliding then I'm hustling and hoping [Verse 2: Young G, w/ Ill Ian] I'ma young freedom fighter choking in my dreams Scheme on the scene, hitting green with my team It's time to come up loaded and crazy Smoke a blunt before dreams go back to God all hazy Lazy I could never be again Grappling with the battle of my sin Manic on the hustle, bridges ablaze Tripping, now I'm flipping, keep it hitting to amaze It's time to start balling, it just don't stop It don't even matter, narcotics are hip hop Hustle and strive - reason I'm alive Time to hit the grind like that other time I'm lost, confused, problems freeze and balance Lounging, now I'm clowning with my chalice Riding all high, trying to get by Mashing down your block, feeling high on the fly Secret code to the passwords, inhaling this doja Tired and sunburned, the life of a soldier My mind assimilated, caught up in the struggle Boredom stays scorching, heeding to the bubble Looking towards love but distractions are infinite My favorite thing - to push the fucking limit Mind is the power, feeling less than dead Lying in my bed, taking blunts to the head Moderation / intoxication just don't mix Chilling to the fragments that I switch This is Young G, 916 Keep your motherfucking blunts lit [Hook: Young G] Lacking then I'm stacking then I'm spending then I'm smoking Riding then I'm gliding and then I'm hustling then I'm hoping Slacking then I'm stacking then I'm spending then I'm smoking Riding then I'm gliding and then I'm hustling and I'm hoping [Outro: Young G and Ill Ian] Poor man's LA 916 all day Rolling up the hay In a Mexicalay Ah, I got 18 albums