[Chorus: Project Pat]Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smokingKnow we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the—Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smokingKnow we keep the best of green so you know I'm smokingKnow we keep the best of green so you know I'm smokingKnow we keep the best of green so you know I'm smokingKnow we keep the best of green so you know I'm smokingKnow we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the—[Verse 1: PAPA PINE]Bitch, I feel like tungsten, lungs itch from crumbling piffA dozen blunts lit stuck on my lipsI summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell, yeahI got fungus growing in my stomach because I'm chugging wishes from the wishing wellWatch me swell from ingesting infectious hopes and dreamsYou will never perfect themSmoking weed while I'm textin' affections to your ho named AlexisAdded her to my collection, told her, "pull up to the 7th"I got one zip of that dumb shit, but no protectionNow the blunt's lit, she's a punk bitch to my recollectionPussy like a dungeon, got me mumblingNow I'm flexing at the function, G*59 we run shit[Chorus: Project Pat]Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smokingKnow we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the—[Verse 2: GERM]Ran up on 'em with the terror squad, I swear to godUp north, I'm off the snow with a bad lil' hoeMy woes with me on that Rambo flowKick down the door, we don't knock, we send shotsTouchdown, I got the packRoll that, sit back, no lack, trusty burner relax on my lapI got yo bitch on my dick, Audemars wrist so slickDrippin' all wet on my shit, wish a nigga would come claim his bitch, I got flame for that shitRespect ain't shit, y'all niggas ain't shit, this shit is sickeningNever stopping, DN$ the limitless, runnin', rulin', I need infiniteAw shit, roll my dope, bang hoes with my brosRoll that motherfucking ghetty green, a nigga tryna smoke[Chorus: Project Pat & LIL REMAINS]Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking(Lil Remains gon' make a stain)Know we keep the, know we keep the (Lil Remains gon'—)Know we keep the—[Verse 3: LIL REMAINS]Seven grams in the Raw ConeFuckboy, it's my dick, you can jump offOh lord, just popped me a xan barHold court when I ride with the pistol gripTalk shit to a fat bitch, make her feel averageBet Sensei one stack if he smashed itWoke up in the AM, I heard that he passed itMigo and Meth and Lil Germ hit her backwards, dat wayNorthside Shawty got the forty with the gaudyPurgatory where I reside, east side of Highway 59Westside, that M-I-crooked letter, crooked letter I-P-P-IWe don't see time, we don't decline, but we, but we stay highShadows under them street lights, keep hoes out of my sightGerm said he got that potent, Ruby told Meth to roll it[Outro: LIL REMAINS & Project Pat]Know we keep the best of green, so you know I'm smokin'Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the—
