Special shoutout to Lil G Mills, the maker of this amazing beat, who also gave me the permission to remix this, keep killing shit homie!
lyrics
Yeah, shoutout Lil G Mills, I need ya weed, give me some ill refills. They can hate but never take and kill the skills. I’m so great, and I make a thrill, see chills? Down ya spine, they mine, I’m creating. Innovating classics, when ya hating bastards. Fight what I write, I might ignite fury. Then ya gotta worry, a lotta hurry from my slurry. Mouth, shit get south, I lose temper. Lil G Mills, the feels I get from the hemp ya. Supply, is fly, high like an eagle. I’m living regal, sniffing the shit like a beagle. Whiffing on it, that’s the poor ass critic. I’m sure class did it, got you thinking since kid shit. Drugs bad, lead to slugs from the gat. I’m here to say, hey, government thugs that. We need gun control, without it ain’t fun to stroll. Worrying out bout shot down, I got down. Hugs glad to receive while we still here. I breathe ‘fore I leave, all of my dreams and ‘till there. Done, I’m on the run, doing pursuing the fun. Schemes for C.R.E.A.M.’s, and sure I’ll make memes. Not opposed to those who chose funny. Shiiit, I don’t care too much but go get ya money. I share too much, such as my panic. The shit it get gigantic, rule my mind, tyrannic. Cool and kind I be, till I’m still and see. Nothing to be happy bout, bluffing and I sappy pout. But what I need is weed to get back on. The peace state, ya can’t fleece great, I get my knack on. And do what I do, I knew the green work. You can disagree, but don’t be a mean jerk. The off the bean perk is brought to you. By this flyness, Lil G Mills do. It thrills you, it thrills me, hehe, raise up. The temp and the hemp, now everyone blaze up.
