Downtown - Ground Up

Skinny nigga tryna eat plenty nigga

This here is automatic you just a semi spitter

Too much liquor I should have pity on my liver but I never learn

The whiskey always seems to get me but I guess I like the burn

Smokin with impatient women tell them bitches wait they turn

Cause I could really face this

Smoke to many J’s to ever be on the A-list

But at least I got high

The road was blocked off at least I got by

Finna get mine all green on my head like nickelodeon slime

Im so one of a kind shit I wish I was lying

Cause every bitch I ever meet can’t relate to my grind

But she oh so fine got a Himalaya booty well a nigga might clime

But I’mma need a rope bitches wanna party, but I just wanna smoke

For the people in the backseat rollin round town

Crusing up the backstreets blowin trees down

For the people in the backseat rollin round town

Crusing up the backstreets blowin trees down

I ain’t worrying bout it, I ain’t worrying about

So why you worrying about it?

Dime hoes, hydro, my minds blown

Time flies when your in another time zone

I could take the heat I’m Lebron and Alonzo

Mixed with some OJ riding in his bronco

Smoking 5−0 yelling fuck 5−0

Climibing from the basement

Rhyming for a condo

Drive slow I’m head like a honcho

But it still seems the worlds got its eyes closed

Guess who we the shit no restrooms

Fact is none of you can beat me if I let you

And thats tragic I got bad habits

Skinny dude trying to prove a big point-magic

Johnson -tryna get this chedder-wisconsin

So I love people I never spend time with

I’m just being honest I wrestle with my conscious

I swear sometimes I’m addicted to this nonsense