Fuck the World Hi-Rez

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Gynus...Hi-Rez you already know

[Verse 1]

Hey my mind 'bout to explode
Somebody roll somethin' up and get stoned
Throw me a bone, I need a clone just to make everyone happy I know
Never gon' fold I'm taking the pot
Speaking of pot I've been smoking a lot
You better watch out uh haha
Stay in your lane or take a different route
Smoking on sour just to forget all the stress I've been having
I'm lapping these rappers who wack
Ya'll just some faggots rapping 'bout money and stacks
Bitches and bottles and crack
Me - I spit crack, bag it and sell it with tax
Smoking that bomb like Iraq
Abundance of weed it's taller than Shaq, it's taller than Shaq
Feeling so antsy, feelin' like I can't breathe
Like I'm laying on the floor under a stampede
All these critics can get fucked no Plan B
I'm separated from the haters like Pangaea
Got a little hope got a little bit of dope
If it doesn't work out I'll be hanging from a rope
I ain't rapping for the dough, I ain't rapping for the money
I ain't rapping for the hoes, I ain't rapping for the hunnies
I'm doing this to live and just escape when I'm pissed always patient
Now I'm sick of fuckin' waitin' for this shit
I'm blazing a bunch of piff I'm chasing what don't exist
I'm praying for better days cause I've been feeling the prison of my own mind
Feeling like these long time nuts you can hold mine
I've been spitting coke lines take it to your sinus
Killin' haters with kindness only smoking the finest
Every day I'm grindin', every day I'm grindin' bitch