paroles de chanson An Intro - Concept

Back to back super fat double stuffed to the tip
Aint passing that imagine that you know I′m high off the rip
This a savage pack trichomes in tact man i don't even want to sell it
Open that bag catch a contact man as soon as you smell it
Niggas aint like high me niggas don′t fly like me
Niggas don't roll up a leaf dip it in the kief and let it dry like
I been a chiefer since high school
Staying really high i try to plus i keep money on my mind too
Chilling with my blood like a piru thugging since my shoe was a size 2
Doing more lines than a haiku shine from the snow might blind you
Im a pimp you can't read my mind boo
Just copped another pack i know that they loving that
Send love where my brother at then he send me the money back
Thats how we gaining funds we bey and jay on a run
Ima grind till my time is done fucking the world and make money come
Fucking the world and make money come said it twice for emphasis
Upon reflection I′m just left guessing how i survived predicaments
I was left stressing no confessions couldn′t avoid that sentencing
My plight is a blessing I'm learning my lessons getting to where the riches is
I started low now I′m high concept bitch I'm killin shit