(Hook)
100 blunts to the face
Bitch I’m on my way to space



(Verse 1)
I’m putting out waves that you can’t ignore
Lotus I’m sitting I trip on the floor
Served the whole party still got some to poor
Smoking my sack till my head hits the floor
Enlightened like Zeus when I tackle a beat
Lightning in booth when you all hear me speak
Acid in system been up for a week
Four raps are like frat boys you looking so weak
We are supreme
We are so clean
It is obscene
We are running the scene
Chakras all open when smoking the green
Jesus the second but little more mean
Buddha enlightened when on Dmt
Feeling like Allah in cave smoking tree
Osiris my iris this flow you can’t stop it
Flowing like I am the newest damn prophet

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(Verse 2)
Never will I stop collecting my prophets
Cali medicinal bag full of chronic
Running right past you like I am so sonic
Don't fuck with trees unless hydroponic
I am unstoppable
I am un copyable
She liking dick while I smoke tropical
Need a lobotomy
Problem no solving me
Spirits always watching evolving me
Killing these raps while I’m taking these dabs
Bitch on my lap and you know she is bad
Thinking bout life what I wish that I had
I chase I get it my enemies mad
Energy global no way you can’t feel it
Cooking up rappers with gold on my skillet
The sickness I’m spreading you know I’m the illest
Intact with my spirit I’m godly you fear it

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