[Intro: Lofty305 & Ruben Slikk]
That's just like a space taker upper, you know?
It's like fuckin'-
I just copped an ounce, aye
[Verse 1: Lofty305]
Breaking down Buddha, hoes break neck
To up-serve the fresh, marvelous connects
Lofty up next, higher than Jay Jay
The Jet Plane, do my thing and respect game
Lames is clueless, weed got me stupid
Nah, scratch that
For the more putrid the stench of the bud
The more complex the rhymes
Lofty smokin' Kryp with a hint of lime
Committin' crimes, jukin' city swine
Tryna climb to another state of mind
Three deep in the whip, hot boxin'
Mr. B, Ruben Slikk, and Lofty
Freebase in the driver seat, we complete
Metro Zu, yeah, you knew we run it like a fleet
And my nigga Eddy, you know he got the heat
On Miami beach, he vibin' with the freaks
Chyeah
[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
I just copped an ounce, aye
To let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowin' hay, to rectify my brain
'Cause I been thinkin' crazy things
And there really ain't nothin' like a blunt
When you're down and out
Or even when you're doin' good
Hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
That's just like a space taker upper, you know?
It's like fuckin'-
I just copped an ounce, aye
[Verse 1: Lofty305]
Breaking down Buddha, hoes break neck
To up-serve the fresh, marvelous connects
Lofty up next, higher than Jay Jay
The Jet Plane, do my thing and respect game
Lames is clueless, weed got me stupid
Nah, scratch that
For the more putrid the stench of the bud
The more complex the rhymes
Lofty smokin' Kryp with a hint of lime
Committin' crimes, jukin' city swine
Tryna climb to another state of mind
Three deep in the whip, hot boxin'
Mr. B, Ruben Slikk, and Lofty
Freebase in the driver seat, we complete
Metro Zu, yeah, you knew we run it like a fleet
And my nigga Eddy, you know he got the heat
On Miami beach, he vibin' with the freaks
Chyeah
[Hook: Ruben Slikk]
I just copped an ounce, aye
To let the troubles in my mind escape, gotta get paid
Blowin' hay, to rectify my brain
'Cause I been thinkin' crazy things
And there really ain't nothin' like a blunt
When you're down and out
Or even when you're doin' good
Hold them pounds in a drought
Come and blow trees with me
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