The Sacred

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?

Molly mixed up with them Xannies

I eat em like candy (Guess who?)

**** got me cranky, resemblance to Jesus uncanny (Guess who?)

I'm in the alley, just smoking a fatty of **** (Guess who?)

Now I'm in the valley

Getting my **** sucked by a hoe (Guess who–?)

You know how that go

I'm from the land of the low lifes

Rather just die and have no life

Scrapping up scraps just to get by

Begging on corners to get high

Popping on somas, I'm too fried

******* wanna fu*k, but I'm too tired

We run from the cops, keep your shoes tied

Got that nine on me, *****, don't you even try

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?

(Slow, slow)

Slow riding with the windows up

That's the way I like the strut

Slow riding when the temp goes up

That's the way I like to fu*k

Smoke a fu*king whole blunt then ash in the nut

*****, I'll roll another up, what you want lil' slut?

Hoe, they call me Yung Mutt, dead pimp with that ruby wrist

I'm ducking in the cut, don't show my face when I'm in public

I love to tag a toe and steal a motherfu*ker's plug and dip

And then I purchase every single motherfu*king drug and flip 'em for a triple profit

Triple six until I'm covered up with bugs up in my fu*king coffin

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?

Smoking on the finest ****

Guess who?