[Intro]
Craig, let it stimulate your mind
You ain't got shit to do
[Verse 1: Supreme]
Look
It was me and Pooch, me and Grey Goose when I first met Jesus
Since a youngin' I ain't love no hoe
Never trust no hoe
Lemme see how Mary Jane do
So I took her to the back of the trap with some Akhs
Hit it from the back with a pack of the 'backs
Had another backwood but I said "Naw, hit it raw, now the punk bitch Babe Ruth"
Let it stimulate you
Everybody on the block know I'm hot
And I'm flyer than a rich n***a
I ain't rolling with a Glock, I ain't even got a knife muhfucka
I ain't ride with no bitch n***as
If you see us on sight then you'd better catch flight muhfucka
We ain't signed with you bitch n***as
I know some grеat street Crip n***as that got me feeling like Drizzy when wе rolling through the 6, n***a
Like whoa
[Chorus: Supreme]
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
[Verse 2: Supreme]
It's like this, like that, take this, bite that
You a pro and don't let em tell you otherwise
Mary Jane so fine though I hit her with the Fonz so she say I do it better than them other guys
Two hits, ooh this made me Judas
Take my notepad, pen out like a school kid
Blew this when my new bitch had her hormones too lit
Move dick like a poolstick
I ain't running 'round fucking with you n***as who be bragging bout your women and your money
You a nuisance
Scared to say what's on your mind
Let it stimulate your mind and you'll find it resides in the cool kids
Let it stimulate your mind then talk about, everything the government don't ever talk about
How Donald Trump should never become President
But if you did then motherfuckers gotta walk it out
See I be killing competition, go and chuck em out
Blowing chicken make them n***as bring their pockets out
Allah knows I'm all about keeping peace homie
But if you ever disrespect me, won't talk it out
I studied under Bruce Lee, he was on the fourth floor, I was on the third
But then between my lessons I would sneak up in the staircase
Go up to the fourth floor, smoke up all the herb
I got a third eye
That's why me and most these rappers in this generation prolly never genuinely merge
Catering to Lucy cause they tried to get a little Gucci
But he saying "Give it to me first" (N***a give it to me first)
All I ever fucking hear is what I gotta do
You gotta work to get a check and put them rings on
It's not a lot of n***as telling me to "Be yourself"
Roll something muhfucka, get your think on
[Chorus: Supreme]
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
[Verse 3: PXWER]
It's Friday, ain't got shit to do
Just copped a .40 piece, bout to light the crew
Might sip the brew, all my n***as wanna get lit
Mary Jane in the air, wanna hit this?
But on some real shit, stimulate your mind
Two in the air, got you feeling fine
Tryna face one, ain't passing mine
Where the lighter at? Think it's that time
Purple all in my ziplock bag, girl are you tryna smoke this?
Pass me the backwoods or that fronto, you already know this
No zigzags in my cypher
Ls bust heads like they snipers
Tree got the God feeling righteous
Walking on the moon, just like Mike does
That mean I'm way up in the studio, I stay up
Grinding all night till them A&R's pay up
I'm tryna get this muhfuckin paper
I'm with 'Preme, he rolling
Sipping lean, we open
Say, you wanna smoke some of my weed? Bitch you must be smoking (What?)
Bye Felicia
[Chorus: PXWER]
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig (Uh)
Let it stimulate your mind, Craig