Productively Stoned

Dick up in her mouth
 Weeknd playing in the background
 Pull a banger out and everybody runnin' track now
 Fuck the police, them suckas still doin' pat-downs
 I sat down, don't let me back out
 I'm on my last round
 Getting old sucks, 'cause everybody gotta die
 I got nine lives
 And I don't be tryna hide
 I'm just exclusive
 It's all love if you don't like my music
 You just cool being a cool loser, nigga, what's to it?
 And you don't fear something that you can laugh at
 I'm past that
 I'm still taking jab steps, they mad 'cause we had next
 And they wasn't tryna pick us 'cause they bitched up
 And then we took this whole shit over
 On my Chicago shit, but
 I'm still classy, that comment was all backhanded
 Kanye started a church to duck the tax
 Man, I'm M.C. Hammer with fat pants
 Shout out to the crackheads
 You saved the bits like the last dance
 Better details, huh
 Find something to play with
 I'm not a Happy Meal
 Stumbled in the party with a pack of pills
 They just actin' real
 We gettin' higher than Chapel Hill
 Since a lil' nigga was stackin' bills, tap and kill
 You was cappin' still
 Dick up in her mouth
 Weeknd playing in the background
 Pull a banger out and everybody runnin' track now
 Fuck the police, them suckas still doin' pat-downs
 I sat down, don't let me back out
 I'm on my last round