Funky Lil Freestyle

(Freestyle)

D.E.V- I.N, tryin, my luck, tryin to see what

I can do see what

I can come up with.

******ts in my head, eyes red

I'm high.

The ****** I have is like the ****** back in the day times five.

And you see that's all

I need yup a brotha get high.

Score a zip, roll a splif and pass that other ******t by.

I'm smoking while

I'm creeping, before

I get there, when

I'm leaving.

The only time that

I'm not cheifing is when

I'm eating or

I'm sleeping.

While the ****** next door at the motel room.

Calling downstairs talking bout that hoe smell fumes.

But the manager gets high he told her that he'll go check, damn near broke his neck running up to the room to smoke this ******t.

When I'm stable it's on the table don't take it when

I travel they love me when

I get there, there's plenty gifts to unravel.

I baffle the minds of workers at the laundry mat.

They think my clothes been worn by a walking ganja plant, but my job requires me to smoke all day and if

I'm caught with no ****** they'll let me go with no pay.

So I lay out on the couch scratch my nuts on my days off.

Hoping I don't get laid off.

Cause I'm kinda short a ****** can

I please buy a quarter.

I oughta by a whole ****** pound need to bring the price down on that ******t yea hit it just a lil' bit and get my dooby out the ash tray smoke like it's my last day breathing.

Indeed I lead by example.

Hit the cannabis cup to see what ******

I can sample.

Let me look at the menu ****** throw a dime to me, damn that got some ******t they call porcupine ******. (Let me smell that ******t)

Get the torch, head to the porch, light it up and hit it till it's down to a roach.

My seventeen year old son

I told him leave it alone, but when he's eighteen he grown we might go half on a zone.

But he choose not to use and

I'm, glad,

I hope at last, so he won't be, poking in my stash.

Smoking grass since the tender age of thirteen, it was dirt green but still in the morning first thing we would, spark it up.

Get high , everybody, spark it up.

Especially on

Fridays I'd be higher than the mutha******a walking through the halls.

See ******s on speed, ******s bouncing off the walls.

I pause for a minute nah ****** keep dipping, keep flipping got some more (cough) cough and sipping to do.

Holla at you mutha******as in a few.

To catch him it might just take awhile, it's hard to hate his style, as he glides through the crowd making the ladies smile.