[Intro]
Oh, shit
Oh, fuck, ditch the weed, ditch the weed (What?)
It's the fucking cops, man, ditch the fucking weed
Fuck (Smoke it), I got that fucking bag on me, man (What?)
The ounce, dog, I got the fucking bag, dog (Tuck it somewhere)
Where the fuck do I tuck it, my nuts? What the fuck?
Chill, chill, here he comes, hold up
What's up, officer?

[Verse 1]
Yeah, early mornin', cuttin' corners
Rollin' up this marijuana
Stole it straight from California, homie
What do you got on it?
My cup holder filled with Tropicana
Couple grams of Aunt Jemima
In my hand like candid camera
Vibin' to that Country Grammar
Pullin' up to Grandma's
I smell bacon, eggs thats' scrambled
Hoppin' out, then ol' boy ran up
My dog grabbed the MC hammer, blammer, blammer
Make him dance and watch him run up out they sandal
But fuck all that, where's my sandwich?
Let's blaze up and change the channels
Look on TV and I see me
With that Chief Wahoo on my beanie
"Wild Boy" video on repeat
Only white boy on BET
EZ Widers, hydroponics, roll one tall as Spike Lee
You ain't never seen a motherfucker do it like me, Kells
[Chorus]
Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top
Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Yeah, bitch)

[Verse 2]
Rollin' out, smokin' up
Cleveland boys don't give a fuck
1800 fill my cup, bein' sober sucks
I'ma spend a hundred bucks on a Oz
Gotta call Big Chuck, he the OG
And get a zone for the low 'cause I'm lil' bro
Everybody on the Eastside know me
Westside get it crackin' and the fact of the matter is
Whether I'm standing on Denison Ave or I'm in the Valley
I'm bringin' a Grammy back to the city, this is the anthem
Have P. Diddy on St. Clair dancin', Kells
Used to ride the RTA, $1.50 every meter
Food wasn't guaranteed, I stole my meals out of Arabica
Speakers blastin' my own shit
Bow tie on the jet, on my grown shit
Courtside at the game with the owner
And sell the same arena out when I'm homesick
Goddamn, I'm a fool, couple hundred diamonds in the tooth
Couple hundred bitches in the pool
And out of a couple hundred rappers, I am the truth
That's why I get a couple hundred when I'm in the booth, still I keep that
[Chorus]
Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top
Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops
Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Look)

[Bridge]
I come straight from the bottom
No hot water for showers
Stole a jacket from Target
Gotta go to court in two hours
I'm at Dub's house on Way St.​
Swooped up Slim off of Harvard
Drove down Dove to see Casie
Let's take it back where we started
When I had that

[Chorus]
Ounce in my pocket (Bitch), ducking the cops (5-0)
Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Yeah, yeah)
Ounce in my pocket (Hah), ducking the cops (One time)
Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Plead)