Hunter $. Lyrics

Acid lips

Chapped like a bitch

(Hunter S.)

I can still taste the DMT hit

I chill with monsters under my box spring

Only hobbies

Writing raps to my beats while I smoke DMT

The weed cloud my stomping ground

Omaha my hometown

Tell me who can stop me round

Hit em with the boom botta

Bouncing to the beat is the chick who's on my side

My tool up in here beak worried I might crash and die

Speeding fast ninety-five heading down the highway

Was I smoking

(Always)

Was I choking

(No way)

I'm a

Smooth criminal

The only law I break is possessing drugs I wanna take

Help me ease the pain

Tell me

Would do you the same

Sacrifice it all for fame

Tag along to say you came

Ride then die or locked away

Epiphany the mind state

What I write the hardest bars

Most practice blind faith

Reading dummy history books

Constant sit and ponder smoking marijuana

Prophecy was stolen many years ago from the city of gold

(Africa)

All of y'all are pros but they never taught you so

All the greatest started slow

But from nothing had to grow listen

Goal to gross the gold

Bold move those who chose

To put away for rainy day investing in a line of clothes

I'm focused on the stone

Sword sharpened minds blown

You tune into assholes

I'm turning to Ab Soul

Preaching all that I know

And learning all that I don't

The ones in control they all quick to lie to you

(They lying)

Well known fact weed never killed never will

Popping pills then you fit the bill

Darwinism's Real

Durden attitude in the face of nonsense

Whenever that I spit I'm causing a mosh pit

Dirty are my writtens and explicit are my tapes

If you do not like the truth then advise you not to play

Cut off the heads of snakes

Nicknamed the Muffin Man

Cause the grams that I bake are the best in the land

I done ran through every pill that you could slam

Middle name contraband

Snorting lines with goblins

I dare you not live a life full of drugs and crime

Idolize potential

Me I graduate my mental

I chill with monsters under my box spring

Only hobbies

Writing raps to my beats while I smoke DMT

The weed cloud my stomping ground

Omaha my hometown

Tell me who can stop me round

Hit em with the boom botta

Bouncing to the beat is the chick who's on my side

My tool up in here beak worried I might crash and die

Speeding fast ninety-five heading down the highway

Was I smoking

(Always)

Was I choking

(No way)

Hunter S my life drugs putting me to sleep

On my couch in my house no one living here but me

I have heard my walls speak

No they not discrete

I have hit the DMT

Twice a day this week

Always got some weed

Burn a lot of trees

Make a lotta of trips to my local BP

Criminal to some but my spirit ain't weak

Do what you like I'll continue doin me

It is graduation time

I just find when my mind fly

Redefine what I thought were

Obstacles

Possible

It is graduation time

I just find when my mind fly

Redefine what I thought were

Obstacles

Possible

(Anything)

I chill with monsters under my box spring

Only hobbies

Writing raps to my beats while I smoke DMT

The weed cloud my stomping ground

Omaha my hometown

Tell me who can stop me round

Hit em with the boom botta

Bouncing to the beat is the chick who's on my side

My tool up in here beak worried I might crash and die

Speeding fast ninety-five heading down the highway

Was I smoking

(Always)

Was I choking

(No way)

(I chill with monsters)