Centennial Lyrics

Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance

Hundred years later you probably gone hear this

Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it

Moving your mind and caressing your spirit

Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance

Hundred years later you probably gone hear this

Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it

Moving your mind and caressing your spirit

Gifted logically

Probably take you a couple centuries

If you trynna fuck with me mentally

See this life right here was meant for me

I ain't never been one for irony

But the same ones that despise me

Deep down wanna be just like me

But I do this without trying

Sometimes feel like I'm flying

Smoke in the air rolling that green giant

Everything chill why you getting so excited

Born sinner but I move so righteous

Black light vibing

You could never take my joy

The hate just sound like noise

Tuned out of course

You ain't gotta hate no more

You ain't gotta hate no more

Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance

Hundred years later you probably gone hear this

Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it

Moving your mind and caressing your spirit

Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance

Hundred years later you probably gone hear this

Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it

Moving your mind and caressing your spirit

I got a habit of making bad habits

If I want it I gotta have it

These skinny jeans hold more bread than you think

But can't carry cash cause Niggas be fiends

I'm down to travel let's see a new planet

Can't be from here these flows outlandish

Expose the government they probably ban it

Boy I can't stand it

I'm taking advantage of every loophole

Carry two phones

One for the family and one for the dope

Can't afford to have them kicking down doors

Got little brothers that still need to grow

Beautiful women just give me the throat

And if they move different then they get the stroke

I treat this game like a joke

About to roll up another one and toke

Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance

Hundred years later you probably gone hear this

Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it

Moving your mind and caressing your spirit

Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance

Hundred years later you probably gone hear this

Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it

Moving your mind and caressing your spirit

Can't wait until the centennial of my appearance

Hundred years later you probably gone hear this

Build up the smoke in the bong and I clear it

Moving your mind and caressing your spirit