The Sacred

Smokin' on finest shit

Guess who?

Smokin' on finest shit

Guess who?

Smokin' on finest shit

Guess who?

Smokin' on finest shit

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Smokin' on finest shit

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Smokin' on finest shit

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Molly mixed up with them Xannies, I eat 'em like candy

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Shit got me cranky, resemblance to Jesus uncanny

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I'm in the alley, just smoking a fatty of dope

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Now I'm in the valley gettin' my dick sucked by a hoe

Guess who—?

You know how that go

I'm from the land of the low lives, rather just die and have no life

Scrappin' up scraps just to get by, beggin' on corners to get high

Poppin' on somas, I'm too fried, bitches wan' fuck, but I'm too tired

We run from the cops, keep your shoes tied

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






Smokin' on finest shit

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Smokin' on finest shit

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Smokin' on finest shit

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Smokin' on finest shit

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Slow ridin' with the windows up, that's the way I like the strut

Slow ridin' when the temp' goes up, that's the way I like to fuck

Smoke a fuckin' whole blunt, then ash in the nut

Bitch, 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 motherfucker's plug and dip

And then I purchase every single motherfucking drug

And flip 'em for a triple profit

Triple six until I'm covered up with bugs up in my fucking coffin






Smokin' on finest shit

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Smokin' on finest shit

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