Kamakazi Monks lyrics

[Verse 1: Da$H]
I ain't really write no raps since of recently
Been locked up in my f*cking head like felons in the precinct
Better than half of these n*ggas favorites, f*ck is decent b*tch
The only time we speaking when I'm tryna get the neck
H'z in this motherf*cker show respect
Still can't figure why I'm right handed, I'm always going left
And the only time I wanna see your face is when you catch a breath
Young and ruthless, since a toddler been a nuisance
And my sneakers they're the newest, no I'm lying they're the oldest
I don't wear retros Space Jam soles the coldest, hold up
I need to know the name of weed in this blunt
You f*cking scrub at doing drugs, a f*cking dub ain't enough
So I'm smoking on this blocka, listening to Flocka
[?] the game, somebody call a doctor
Every n*gga out here swear that he toting a chopper
Man I'm smacking these lil n*ggas just like I was they mama
And you swear you puffing schama
Well that's reggie in that dutch, I get my sour on the cuff
Fast money made men, I ain't never roll with chumps
These n*ggas partying at [?], I'm at Sway drunk as f*ck
You stuck in a sweatbox, I'm with white b*tches doing bumps
Inhale on that Charlie Sheen
[?], HD
Why your arm is green, you know I'm 'bout them bills be
I'm living for the thrill, throw the set-up if you feel me
[Verse 2: RetcH]
H'z b*tch, ain't nothing after
Watching Family Guy [?], still a n*gga laughing
Yes, I'm high, I'm high, I'm NASA
Screaming "free Cash" like it's faster
Cause I only got my brothers in this world, I'm such a bast*rd
Such a misfit, getting shoes, but I'm knowing [?]
I spend most of my time trying different weed and b*tches
Got served the other day, you b*tches trash, you smoking haze
We ain't in the same lane, not even on the same page
You's a bum, you's a dweeb, you's a nerd, you's a geek
In a pair of seven J's, seven days you n*ggas weak
Like the weed in that poorly rolled dutchmaster blunt
You in the crib cuddling, I'm in the telly smashing sl*ts
With a cup full of Henny and this b*tch twisting up
Like the blunt in my hand, I completely forgot to puff
Light it up, I'm soaring, Polo Ralph Lauren
Every single day, b*tch it never gets boring
Blunt in my hand, getting stupid on the Westside
Nah, I ain't riding in the best ride
No, the sh*t a hoopty, [?] my sh*t gucci
Who he? nutty from uptown, full of loopy
'Bout to take a sl*t in the cut, she was thinking movies
Now she here giving me noggin, I'm rolling doobies
Spitting sh*t you couldn't even fabricate
b*tch you think I'm killing now, just wait until I graduate