Im A Joint (on the boys) Lyrics

Ay yo Steve, you made this beat

Ay ay

Bruno Love

Bitch I'm a

Yeah bitch I'm a joint

Ay, yeah

Yeah bitch I'm a joint

Pull up with the pack that's why you smelling all that noise

Fiends on the block acting hella paranoid

I'ma get it on my own and I put that on the boys

Yeah I put that on the boys

Been here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way

Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day

Dancing with my demons, different reasons

Feel like earth is anemic, too much irony

I learned to smoke from my anxiety

Different packs, flavorful variety

It ain't hard to see you eyeing me

Breaking necks, like shorty right behind me

Love this lifestyle but it get hella grimy

We out in California, everyone is shysties

We ain't asking who you is or who you might be

No shirt, gray sweats, wearing all white nights

Better get with the program or left dead in these streets

Product of two letters, that's BP

Ask my name in the hood, I know they heard about me

Not from drama, just getting commas

And only having one baby mama

I never understood a wanting what another man has

That's why I get it on my own and I put that on the boys

Yeah I put that on the boys

Yeah I put that on the boys

Been here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way

Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by today

Dancing with my demons, different reasons

Feel like earth is anemic, too much irony

I learned to smoke from my anxiety

Different packs, flavorful variety

It ain't hard to see you eyeing me

Breaking necks, like shorty right behind me

Love this lifestyle but it get hella grimy

Tell you where I'm from, good looking, tryna find me

Front someone who could never stand beside me

I'd rather roll two joints, smoke them together like Siamese

I'm where the realest and the right price meet

Growing sticky then I'm chopping down trees

It's just my lifestyle, hella THC

Used to live in other people's dreams

But we ain't selling blue dreams

Got my mind on my future and I'm building my team

Dirty money turn clean

Pulled out the racks and it's all money in

Ain't worried bout my sins, I'm just worried bout my wins

Worried bout my son, ain't worried bout a bitch

Ain't even need friends, ain't nobody gon' switch

Pulled out the racks and it's all money in

Ain't worried bout my sins, I'm just worried bout my wins

Been here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way

Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day

Dancing with my demons, different reasons

Feel like earth is anemic, too much irony

I learned to smoke from my anxiety

Different packs, flavorful variety

It ain't hard to see you eyeing me

Break it next, like shorty right behind me

Love this lifestyle but it get hella grimy