4 The Low Problem & Wiz Khalifa

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[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Good weed, eyes low
No, we ain't gotta stress no more
Count it up, smoke gas slow
Pounds for the low, call my cell phone
No, I don’t let shop close
Froze, yeah, my neck so cold
Clones, I'm the connect, start handin' out clones
Every day wake up and get stoned
I’m talkin' all-natural
I'm rollin' them bats up now, the police don't pat 'em down
I see they be down bad, I'm rollin' up laughing now
These fools be sick, so when I roll six, I don’t even pass ’em now, homie, don't even ask ’em now

[Verse 2: Problem & Wiz Khalifa]
Black market on the East side thеy boxed up and got rich
For that same thing they doin' now, homiеs locked up and I'm pissed
In a whoop wham still boxed up while them white folks get rich (On God)
So I make sure that I buy something every time I make the money flip (Now I be like)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low
For the low, pounds for the low
We got pounds for the low