[Hook]
“Can you feel it?”
[Verse 1: E-40]
I got a plastic medicine container of that Afghani—peep
Brought rolling papers, no chemicals, no bleach
I’m about to be in there, to the point where I’mma blur my speech
After I finish this liter of yak and blow this eighth of kief
Mannish, don’t bother me, I’ll pop ya
With these 5-point-5-6’s, bust your medulla oblongata
That’ll stop ya, bring you up real proper
Spin you around like the propellers on a hiznelicopter
My name ain’t Harry, but I’m a Potter
My mouth hella dry, I need some water
One day I know I’mma die, forgive me Father
But I’m living for now, forget tomorrow
I’m a product of my environment, so I ain’t thinking about retirement
I’mma continue to push this yay, fuck a 401(K)
I fuck on squaws every day, and I get my helmet ate'n
Parole violator, my agent hella be hatin’
[Hook]
“Can you feel it?”
[Verse 2: B-Legit]
I’m high as gasoline off promethazine
And my whole team, we lean in them Cut’ Supremes
I keep a couple things, plus a mask or two
A 40 Glock with a dot in case I have to
I might blast through, chop it up and bounce
My little homie, he be on me, say I owe an ounce
I tell him ‘Catch me in the morning with your bank account
And I’ll just take it off the tab when you cash me out’
I do the mass amount of numbers, I’m impeccable
And I ain’t even gon’ lie, I’m off them edibles
You see, my niggas come through, they buy them vegetables
And out-of-town muthafuckas need their medical
I put the work in, I get them dividends
And them Benjamins become a nigga’s best friend
And everything I’m in, you know it’s off the hinge
It feel good when a real nigga win—say it den
“Can you feel it?”
[Verse 1: E-40]
I got a plastic medicine container of that Afghani—peep
Brought rolling papers, no chemicals, no bleach
I’m about to be in there, to the point where I’mma blur my speech
After I finish this liter of yak and blow this eighth of kief
Mannish, don’t bother me, I’ll pop ya
With these 5-point-5-6’s, bust your medulla oblongata
That’ll stop ya, bring you up real proper
Spin you around like the propellers on a hiznelicopter
My name ain’t Harry, but I’m a Potter
My mouth hella dry, I need some water
One day I know I’mma die, forgive me Father
But I’m living for now, forget tomorrow
I’m a product of my environment, so I ain’t thinking about retirement
I’mma continue to push this yay, fuck a 401(K)
I fuck on squaws every day, and I get my helmet ate'n
Parole violator, my agent hella be hatin’
[Hook]
“Can you feel it?”
[Verse 2: B-Legit]
I’m high as gasoline off promethazine
And my whole team, we lean in them Cut’ Supremes
I keep a couple things, plus a mask or two
A 40 Glock with a dot in case I have to
I might blast through, chop it up and bounce
My little homie, he be on me, say I owe an ounce
I tell him ‘Catch me in the morning with your bank account
And I’ll just take it off the tab when you cash me out’
I do the mass amount of numbers, I’m impeccable
And I ain’t even gon’ lie, I’m off them edibles
You see, my niggas come through, they buy them vegetables
And out-of-town muthafuckas need their medical
I put the work in, I get them dividends
And them Benjamins become a nigga’s best friend
And everything I’m in, you know it’s off the hinge
It feel good when a real nigga win—say it den
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