Paraquat ​billy woods

[Part I]

[Verse 1]
Spot on 116 must've had the cops in they pocket
Hydro jars, fifty a pop, line out the door
This back when we had the nerve to call brickweed chocolate
Stacy said her sister's boyfriend had the new hot shit
Gave me the plug like a stock tip
I found religion, I'm a prophet
Loved that girl, but knew we wouldn't work like Harden on the Rockets
Clouds cleared, I'm looking at the city like jihadis in a cockpit
Prices so fucking high, I had to do 'em dirty just to make a profit
Splits like Spotify numbers
A whole lotta green, just me and the punter
Down for the team, saying all the right things
But feeling like Harden on the Thunder

[Chorus]
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God, everybody else got caught
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God, everybody else got caught
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God, everybody else got caught
We was raised on paraquat, scraped and fought
By the grace of God