Weed Garden Lyrics

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Back in the day, I was broke I was lonely

I wasn't big, nigga nobody known me

No criminal background I didn't have homies

No bitch I could call up to smoke and then blow me

My clothes were so dingy, you wouldn't sit next to me

Tryin my best stupid this the best of me

Cooking that fire, you can't get the recipe

No you can't

Back in the day nigga, I studied the greats

Y'all niggas studied the fashion

Back in 6th grade, I stabbed a kid with a pencil

My dick so big like a missile

Fuck my dead father, that stupid faggot's a bastard

Preaching to y'all like a pastor

Yo bitch is on her knees, she gone do what I say, she the student, bitch I am her master

I lived a life with no friends, lived a life with loose ends

Focused on the cash, not hoes

Sorry bitch, that's the way my life goes

Fold on me, you'll get left behind, no second chance

Fold on me, you'll get left behind, no second chance

The world is like GTA but you got one life

I could fuck a thousand hoes and still end up with one wife

I'm known as a asshole I don't know how to play nice

If you test my fucking patience bitch, You gone pay the price

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist

My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan

I'm a young nigga with a budget plan

I want to start a fuckin weed garden

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist

My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan

I'm a young nigga with a budget plan

I want to start a fuckin weed garden

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist

My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan

I'm a young nigga with a budget plan

I want to start a fuckin weed garden

I'm not a rapper, I'm a independent artist

My lyrics, they strike like a Spartan

I'm a young nigga with a budget plan

I want to start a fuckin weed garden