Spliffs - Chester Watson, Bobby Raps

I been in a daze, gettin' blazed everyday

Gettin' paid with my man, smokin Js to the face

In the land of the snow, land of the vacant

Scandinavian piano rolls on my playlist

Damn, like I open up the ears of the ancients

And play that Sylvester during improvisation

The fam is the standin', ventilating Nu Age

The clan gives no answers, what can I say vanish like

Dracula and the mirror and the candlelight

Henny boys so the antics kinda shoddy vibin'

Now I’m in the lair with the manic fan Bobby Bobby Raps…

… and produces — where you at?

I get no coverage like a bum in the winter

Ain’t ate shit all day I guess this blunt is for dinner

I run with them sinners, the hunger in my stomach it lingers

Just hit a couple of stingers blunt look like gorilla fingers

I tell my baby bro let’s go — tear the block up

I’ll stop rappin' when they lock them fuckin' cops up

On a quest for fulfilment, my expectations are low

Another year in the life, I guess it’s taking it’s toll huh

And Chester like my long lost brother

300 like Keith Cozart mixed with Gerard Butler

Scars on my face remindin' me of all my mistakes

That’s why I bought me these chains

So I never forgot where I came

You uh wah who do fuck

Bitch I am a troubadour

Hit your ass like booyaka

These boys slow, time to go, vamanos

Your bars like Rey Mysterio, they on the ropes

I don’t give a fuck what your man said

I got more bars than a light skinned Xan head

Your world domination plan dead

And these other boys spoon fed

St Paul with his tomb…