Pears WAIIAN

Aye yo yo yo this uh, this is for the homies everyone

Fam homies tropa pare bro, friends come and go but know the ones who are still here are more than peers
What I cry for you are than tears but they are memories
Remember these times we did crimes against the system
Yes a fight but we don't hit them just some words to say to carry on ya day to day
Friends won’t make you sniff an ounce, friends can go home but they ain't never bounce
Friends can see ya sad and then they turn to clowns
Diamonds in my eyes when I cry you can turn to crowns
And these friends they don't die they just turn to clouds
Watching from above all I got is love for my ninjas

Fix the rules of the game so we can all be winners
But we all sinners always roast my homes they are my salt and pepper
Don’t pick friends anyone I prefer, be my friend and be my teacher, no religion still a preacher

Just might make a feature with my homie that suffered from seizure
But the cure and the procedure, was just to puff a little reefer
Maybe you should think deeper, it made me a believer, I use to not believe neither
Not telling you to give it a try, but please don't blow my high
Stereotypes of a pothead still misunderstood and it's still all good (and it's still all good)

Fix the rules of the game so we can all be winners
But we all sinners, always roast my homes they are my salt and pepper
Don't pick friends anyone I prefer, be my friend & be my teacher, no religion still a preacher