High PD - Asher Roth, Blvff

Uh, hmm

Alright, alright, alright, I got this

Chill out, bro, shut up, shut up

What seems to be the problem, Mr. Officer?

It’s Ash Wednesday, we’re just off to church

Yo son, save the small talk, I just caught the word

That two kids on the road stolen lots of herb

With all due respect that a cop deserves

I’m at a loss for words, well that’ll cause concerns

A little birdy through a tip and y’all fit the description

And plus the car reeks loud like the woofers be hitting, so where is it?

Okay, I give it, thank my parents and religion

If I forgiven

See me I’m on this rarely snitching, but sergeant just listen

There’s a professor who made his mission cultivating sicko, this man’s a real

sicko

Making all the kids grow for diploma quid pro

Trying to make him quarterback to back it to the end zone

Not sure about his end goal but I had to score first

Behind the lines I hit the spot up, Kyle Korver

I guess it’s easy as that

Son, I applaud your two cents kid, ain’t no nickelin' that

You sold the plug so I ain’t charging you for being a rat

In fact, keep a nug or two but I’ll be taking the pack

Better haul ass 'fore I switch it’s sick I’m letting you go

Better watch your six 'cause I got blue for all the black on the road

And meaning skin, I’m talkin' hue of your clothes

Now y’all be safe 'cause I ain’t saving no ghosts

I just be making 'em, so get to the road

What the hell happened?

It all got so drastic

Just from me and skipping these classes

Focused on puffing, not passing

It lead me to capping to captain who highjacked the package

The in me, now the tank is back on empty

Hope the word don’t reach the students, know they’ll all resent me

Insta-model occupation strictly tempt me

Blame that bitch for all the envy in the

So what demands a little xanny, Mr. Teddy Talk

Birki’s with the peppy walk, lager’s with the heavy froth

While he’s reading Karl Marx, hoping we don’t move to Mars

'Fore we

Might just know it all on some Nardwuar

Yo, these stupid little kids, dumbasses

I’m out here doing lord’s work while they’re cutting classes

And sagging their pants acting like damn bastards, I had to daddy 'em

But I’m a nice guy, I let 'em go without attackin' 'em

Now I got their pack and opened that and saw a new hue

This ain’t like some shit you see on screens, it’s like some voodoo

I’m lifted off the smell alone, station said return but now I’m yearning for

the pheromones

What the fuck I care for?

I bleed blue

Still ain’t get my share of finer things that I can see through

This shit probably easy to grow

I’ll get some cheap dudes to keep you growing to trees and sell you for a steep

due

Ayo, I’m loving what this greed do, man

One-two click in this gone

Gotta think quick 'fore I slip and it’s done

I’ma do right while I do what’s wrong

If I take this hit I’ma blow that bomb

With the greenhouse in shambles and the retrohash now in the hands of an

ill-intentioned megalomaniac, Professor Roth has been forced to cancel his

class