Smoke Break Curren$y & The Alchemist

[Intro]
Can we get a moment of silence for this small chronic break?
Well, how many people in the house tonight smoking on some of that light green chronic?
Chillin', inhalin' chronic smoke
Can we get a moment of silence—
Chillin'
Well, how many people in the house tonight—
You should be rollin' up by now
Yeah
Locate your lighters

[Verse]
Prime time
It's mister go left on a bitch who can't find her right mind
I'm squeakin' past a yellow light doin' sixty-five
Hope that wasn't one of them camera joints, traffic eyes in the sky
I'm kind of high, but you dumb twisted
I'm used to that killer shit, so I maintain my pimpin'
While you over-highed and slizzered
And I'm laughin' at you slippin'
And your bitch feelin' disgusted and miserable
She like, why she even here with you?
I'm puttin' air in my inner tubes
Black mags on my Haro hangin' from the wall
The allure of my home decor got these girls trippin'
And frequently speakin' of return visits
A time machine, my lyrics
And the same thing for my garage, dog, did you see what I just put in it?
We tryna compete with them NASCARs, you noticin'
And the style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
This Jet Life ain't for everybody, this shit is reserved for us
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up
The style done got switched up 'cause the last one got bit up
Yeah, lil' homie, y'all can get down, but I bet y'all can't keep up