Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stankI got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dankI miss my cocoa butter kissesI miss my cocoa butter kissesOkie dokie, alky. Keep it lowkey like Thor lil broOr he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour SaudiWiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyoteIf I sip any Henny, my belly just mght be outtiePull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougieI just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my luckyTonight she just yelling "Fuck me", two weeks she'll be yelling fuck meUsed to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and ChuckieAnd Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love mePut Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug meOh generation above me, I know you still remember meMy afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!)I willSmoke a little something but I don't inhale, everywhere that I go, everywhereThey be asking hows it going, say the goings well, go figure, Victor's light skinnedJesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God, God knowsHe's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL, check, check mate, check meTake me to the bedroom, let you know me well, I mean normally, you seeNorma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil, but these kids these days, they get soHigh, burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit, shit-facedFaced it, 15 hits on this L elevated, train, and the craziestThing, got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegatedRap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it, probably shoulda been dead or in jailDeadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that classAre we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong, we're brain dead, take a tug and then passI think we all addicted,Yeah, I think we all addictedReally though, I think we all addictedI think we addictedI could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitterTwo seats used to be in a jalabiya and a kufiTrying hard not to be addicted to a groupieI ended up on an album cover in a CoogiYou see, I be still a God but a goofyYou be flowing about drugs and a UziThat's the new principle, sometimes I'mma be about some hoesSometimes I'mma wanna make a movieAnd when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs BosonAnd though my style freakishI could still break your body down to five pieces like I did VoltronCause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OGKnow me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope seeNever scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyricsCooler like I'm offa codeine, low keyDon't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscingIf I don't know what I miss isIma end up figuring out that it's homeAnd my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kissesThis is just a testament to the ones that raised meThe ones that I praise and I'm thankingI need em but the chronic all up in my clothesAnd I wanna get a hug, and I can't cause I'm stankingNever too old for a spanking, ighCigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stankI got burn holes in my memories my homies think it's dankI miss my cocoa butter kissesI miss my cocoa butter kisses
