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[Verse] Green cut and stacked like tree lumberjacks Sold chronic so strong that the weed's double bagged Gs puff on that These blunts so packed that fiends coming back 'cause they need what I have Receive funds in hand 'til I get three hundred grand Keep money wrapped up in these rubber bands If [?] busted down and police shut the fan, you'll go through withdrawals like the machine does at banks Thieves wanna blag on a street hustling swag Steal drugs in mask and seal guns in straps [?], skunk or hash It will be [?] to ash Breathe up the gas 'til each lung's collapsed Please just relax We blaze the THC from the wax Heat up the dabs Meet plugs with cash Re-up the stash Make fantasies reality, a dream doesn't last Sealed up the bags as the smell hit me I could tell that these grams were twelve-fifty And they'll sell quickly to man who's dealt with me No joke, blow smoke when I pass the L swiftly Piff that we sold here Shifted some more gear Counting cash in [?] drinking a cold beer Pigs on patrol near Split 'til the coast clear Made more money in a month than you did in a whole year We're copping one ounce from the plug's house Dropping runs 'round on the drug routes 'cause the funds count It's all in my bout If you need weed, then call me up now Pounds of star dog in jars stocked We aren't talkin' features when we say get some bars copped Try break in the place and have the yard robbed, you ain't makin' an escape from the guard dog We try save up some papes with some large wads, stashed away in the safe with the alarm locked One day we'll have a barn bought, acres of land, recreational plans to farm crops Ain't a prize we'll start off When it's legalized, weed supply, yeah, we'd supply in our shops Yelling Gs smell the weed when we spark pot Pick out the stems and seeds Get the cigar chopped Hard stop, when I heard the sirens, I ran Won't see my arms caught inside of the van for buying a gram If the price is a grand, I'll supply the demand so I can try and expand the retirement plan Back when I was twelve, I was lighting Ls, while I felt my mind excel to a higher realm Mary Jane's the kind of girl you buy and sell Clientele doing time in jail behind a cell I'm reclined and chilled, so fried I melt I can scent it by the smell, Jesus, weed is fine as well Just look at my face now, more spaced out than Orion's Belt Mama told me that smoking kills I know it will but I'm toking still so just chill All this weed here got me folding bills And it ain't over 'til I sold a mil for real