[Verse 1: Kenny]
My baby mother text me with some stupid shit
My bitch hit me up on some foolishness
What these bill collectors asking for is ludicrous
Like an Anthropologist I'm going through some shit
On God, I'm trying not to hit the wall homie
It's 8pm and I ain't hit at all homie
My fucking bucket is starting to stall on me
A few reasons why the weed seems to call on me
On God, On God, My drive's better than Jim Connor
Imma get dollars [?] On God
On God, To chase his dream's a true mission
Just the struggles of a musician
On God, N***a fuck your money
Imma [?] this E.B.T out like what's so funny n***a
On God, for relieving my stress G, Imma chief on this grass please
No reason to ask me

[Hook]
Do you be smoking? I do be smokin'
Shit, I do be doubie smokin'
Shit, I do be doubie smokin
Shit, I do be doubie smokin
Do you be smoking? I do be smokin'
Shit, I do be doubie smokin'
Shit, I do be doubie smokin
Shit, I do be doubie smokin
[Verse 2: Kenny]
I'm posted at the county buildin'
Peeping the disgruntled people and the rowdy children
I can relate to their situation that's how we liven
Trying to stay above water still got a drowning feelin'
Seems we can't get a way, so we get away to cope
There's different ways, to get away, my getaway's my dope
When I hit a J, I'm feeling great, I'm finna raise [?]
Puff, [?] way up, and a way he goes man on God
On God I won't give fucks
I won't give in, give out, give up
On God, On God, heat that kill a n***a
If I don't, Keith might have to kill a n***a
On God, I ain't gonna front
I be on one, when there's no blunt man
On God, for relieving my stress G, Imma chief on this grass please
No reason to ask me

[Hook]

My baby mother text me with some stupid shit
My bitch hit me up on some foolishness
What these bill collectors asking for is ludicrous
Like an Anthropologist I'm going through some shit
On God, I'm trying not to hit the wall homie
It's 8pm and I ain't hit at all homie
My fucking bucket is starting to stall on me
A few reasons why the weed seems to call on me