Ganja In My Dickie (G.I.M.D.) [feat. Tienas, Quest & Aerate Sound]

Onto the next For the sake of brevity Won't say every work That's crafted is the best of me But I said it won't say it again If it comes down to proving Then I'm spraying again Got them rats raiding on my peace Specy retreat I see no reason No cheats no season Have to fight myself really To feel defeated Came so far without a budget While yours depleting We all year round Brother Time for you to run in circles Play your role right in this circus While we worthy for the jungle Jumping from the edge with no bunjee High Af on an empty stomach Let's geddit Ganja In my Dickie Got some ganja in my Dickie Zipping thru the city Cops sleeping on duty Boys do it pronto Never needed recee She wanna blow trees Got some ganja in my Dickie Ganja in my Dickie That Sticky is icky Wick-ed Got a few bad habits And I can't kick it Fire in the booth When I spit it Broke bwoy livid Rich boi pivot Means to my end Ain't civil Bullets with pon name When the climax reveal Miracle clinical in my skillet Call me your highness You'll feel it Fill it with funkedelick That fuck up family systems Like a black voodoo magician My missile never gon miss em As I lay my web Put mary jane in submission A bird in hand is worth two in the bush So fuck recognition Ganja In my dickie Got some ganja in my dickie Zipping thru the city Cops sleeping on duty Boys do it pronto Never needed recee She wanna blow trees Got some ganja in my dickie Ganja in my Dickie Ganja in my Dickie Zipping thru the city Cops sleeping on duty Boys do it do it do it Never needed recee She wanna blow trees Got some ganja in my Dickie Ganges is in every fucking drop I'm so Zum Zum Flowing off the head when you hear me come run run Don't look at the sun Don't become just the One from First one to Hum the lords name King Solomon Rapper's swallow they don't eat anymore like its Ramadan Girl from the south and I'll be down if she wanna come What a dumb question is that, I should just stick it to rap Got better things to do than to stick my dick in her back Thinkin of that, Rapper's love to imagine then they think it's a fact We both stared in the abyss the only Difference is that You Blinked at it Back, let it blind you, leave it at that When I'm on the mic best believe its a Wrap, ain't no leaving the trap Saving all the Havoc that I've fucking longed to Wreak If you got Ganja in your dickie it Belongs to me I need me some snacks, scooby doo, post the doobie, boo Ima have a cheeto, kit kat and a maggi too Why you gettin mad, girl? (you're being so fuckin rude) Yo what you on about? maybe you should have some fuckin food Catch a breath, now you're with the head chef Yeah I got the good bread, you could put it to the test Yeah I Got the memo you wanna commit a sin I gotta feed the munchies tho I'll see you after dinner and We can kick it back again I bring the blue dream out for my special friend We don't gotta pretend Bonding exercises on the tetrahydrocannabin Put you out in orbit yuri gagarin SPACE!!!! fucked off my face Reefer lightweight I'm a fuckin disgrace Fuck sense, fuck makin millions Ima sensimillian and Ima stink up this place, I got Ganja In my Dickie Got some ganja in my Dickie Zipping thru the city Cops sleeping on duty Boys do it do it do it Never needed recee She wanna blow trees Got some ganja in my Dickie