How It Use To be

It just ain't like it used to be
You were still in diapers
I don't know what happened
But the game has changed
But you know us
We always gonna stay the same
Rooted deep, men don't dope

You were still in diapers
How it used to be I've been in it for a minute
This ain't new to me
Everything I do
Is for my culture and community
A cannabis judge
No, there ain't no overruling me
This is how it used to be

Gorilla growing in the mountains
Then you move a pea
Stack chips, reinvest
This is who I be
A farmer from the cuts
Been thinking about it
Pumping on his blunt
This is how it used to be

Back when hippies ran the hill
Moved up in the mountains
Trying to make an honest meal
How it used to be
Before the choppers flew the sky
Living free, growing weed
That's my 9 to 5
How it used to be

When we got a decent price
The pie was big enough
For everyone to get a slice
How it used to be
Back when Eddie Leff was growing
The hills full of greenery
But you ain't even knowing
How it used to be

When the lowest 22 appeared
We was living good
Cause the money really grew on trees
Used to be a backyard full of 25
In 1996, that medical arrived
Yeah, it used to be
More than just a money-making game
This is how you earn respect

Put some resin on your name
I've seen a lot of change
And I never will forget
The ones who paved the way
So that I could represent
What it used to be
I'm a farmer, this ain't new to me
A weed nerd

Yeah, I got the game of sub-cooling me
Used to be a small-time dealer from the tri
Now I'm on a mission
To get everybody high
Keep it traditional
How it used to be

Underground black market
When I root a seed
I'm 32 degrees below zero
Killing corporations
I'm the dank superhero
How it used to be

I've been in it for a minute
This ain't new to me
Everything I do is for my culture and community
A cannabis judge
No, there ain't no overruling me
This is how it used to be

Gorilla growing in the mountains
Then you move a pea
Stack chips, reinvest
This is who I be
A farmer from the cuts
Been thinking about it, puffing on this blunt

This ain't how it used to be
What happened to variety?
Everything you grow in is similar
Don't inspire me
Lost all originals
We looking for the taste
That old-school haze
And that kush land rake
Now it used to be

Not only about the THC
We don't need a test result
To know that it's a fireweed
Used to be some outlaws
Growing all the dank
Now you got Chaz
Trying to swim up in the tank

With some great whites
No, that ain't the right move
End up in the raw neck of the woods
You plant food
How it used to be
Talking to the rollers
Still ain't cool with me
Me, I've been the same

Since the hemp chain
Jewelry was hanging from my neck
There used to be respect
Used to be COD
Now they cannot cut the check
Baked growers
Nothing but some crowns
Back then, there was none of these
Corporate farms around
How it used to be

Bank account was in the ground
When our grandpa was getting five
For them purple kush pounds
How it used to be
We was living in a dream

Most of the farms I grew up around
No longer on a scene
Used to be about the medication
They forgot about the patients
Yeah, we want it legal
But we don't need all these regulations
But I'm still about that resonation
You were still in diapers

Gonja farming was my occupation
You were still in diapers