Ashes of Luxury

(Something to chief to, something to chief to, yo) (smoked out)
 (Chiefin' on a blunt, smellin' like-) (smoked out)
 (Sit back, relax, and chill and meditate) (smoked out)
 (Rolling in my city, making cheese, feeling straight-) (smoked out)
 (Something to chief to, something to chief to) (smoked out)
 (Chiefin' on a blunt, smellin' like-) (smoked out)
 (Sit back, relax, and chill and meditate) (smoked out)
 (Rolling in my city, making cheese-)
 Ayy (smoked-)
 It's that North North player
 Boy, these pills ain't no Bayer
 And this weed like an onion, you can smell it in the air
 Cut Throat Van Gogh, $licky the picture painter
 My hoe want me to save her, but at best I might betray her
 I was never one to fit in, why would I bring a kid in?
 This world fucked up and hard enough to just exist in
 Riding around with that Glock, thinking "should I blow my tizzop?"
 One last way to ball, kill myself while getting mizzouth
 (Something to chief to, something to chief to) (smoked out)
 (Chiefin' on a blunt, smellin' like) (smoked out)
 (Sit back, relax, and chill and meditate) (smoked out)
 (Rolling in my city, making cheese, feeling straight) (smoked out)
 $crim is fuckin' sober, but I smoke enough weed for the both of us
 Honey games, my lungs are stained, must numb my brain, I can't focus
 Suppressin' my emotions, turn 'em into concrete
 Let 'em sink to the bottom of the ocean
 Matter fact, I'll turn 'em into raw meat, let the sharks eat
 Gut the gar please, I need to smoke, fuck, again I'm losing focus
 Hit the weed, so I can go to sleep, I hate having dreams
 They're always fucked up and I wake up trying to breathe
 (Something to chief to, something to chief to) (smoked out)
 (Chiefin' on a blunt, smellin' like) (smoked out)
 (Sit back, relax, and chill and meditate) (smoked out)
 (Rolling in my city, making cheese, feeling straight) (smoked out)