Smokin' Problem

Yeah
My family hit me
Yeah, haha
Twist one up to this one
And blaze it
Feel me

My family hit me said I think you've got a smoking problem
I said I do, got finger cramps from twisting rollin all this
Said nah for real, think you really need to slow it down
Said never that cuz if i do then whos gonna smoke these pounds

I hit my sister up, we need another zip today
I know we got one yesterday and yup that shit was dank
But check it I was stressed out, smoked that shit away
So hop up in the whip let's skate already hit the bank
So let's get half of top shelf and half of the lesser
Give me a couple hours, bet I make back our investment
Shoulda seen me back when I had stashed packs in the dresser
Every single drawer, I had them wrapped and compressed up
Talking 50 blunts a day, plus I puff them like a chimney
These bitches scoping see me smoking now they want to get with me
The fsm they heard how much im blazing so they wanna limit me
Splitting rolls down the middle line of symmetry
Stuff them with that 3 kings or that Bubba Kush
I aint gon smoke your shit if it looks like you plucked a bush
I stuffed that presidential full a quarters what it took
Still screaming fuck the government its just a bunch of crooks

My family hit me said I think you've got a smoking problem
I said I do, got finger cramps from twisting rollin all this
Said nah for real, think you really need to slow it down
Said never that cuz if i do then whos gonna smoke these pounds
My family hit me said I think you've got a smoking problem
I said I do, got finger cramps from twisting rollin all this
Said nah for real, think you really need to slow it down
Said never that cuz if i do then whos gonna smoke these pounds

First thing im doin every morning is the wake and bake
And then I get my hustle on I'm finna break the bank
The way your boy go run the streets I feel like Frank the tank
I'm only rocking one cologne and its called stanky dank
Back when my sister smoked that brick weed had to clean the shit
They called it clean it out cuz it was packed with seeds and sticks
They charged 400 for the pound so I she was slinging quick
Smoked out of soda cans or rolls, all my Gs is lit
Now I'm a seasoned vet, call me young iron lungs
Sad that half the homies proved the gateway right, got fried on drugs
Newbie had to hit the store for blunts, hope soon he's riding up
You couldn't take like all these to the face and get as high as us
Couldn't have made half as much as I did in those circumstances
I had heat all up and down my block but still took certain chances
I made sure the streets got what they needed, had to work them pastures
I pour gas on my competitors and then I burn they asses

Smokin problem, smokin problem
My family hit me said I think you have a smoking problem
I said I do, I said I do