These days I've seen my best Smoke, drink, relieve my stress Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess
(Swear to God this the only time I've used this flow) I'm more than man, I died and I rose again I left these holes in my hand just so you know who I am Look what I did, smoke like a chimney Then after that, that I smoke like the hippies did back in the 70's So many styles I write with a ghost Like I had assistance, but this is just dope, dope Bottles of Belaire, the prince is the freshest Tree by the elbow we get for the LO So I should be happy, but this shit is stressin' Staring at heaven like ''fuck is perfection?'' I'm popping downers to deal with depression Cause when you the plug here come the finessing, finessing Smoking dope with the hitters Don't know no new niggas and business is business Can I get a motherfucking witness?