ETHER

Ayy, I ain't tryna kick it with nobody, I don't hacky sack

Paid a lil' somethin' for this shirt just so the jacket match

Before a mic, I split a baggie down and had to wrap with that

I'm talkin' dope in every single song, like how would Grams react

These some grams in the wood that cause an asthma attack

Tried to sell blood when I was broke, they gave my plasma back

Walk in the church and felt my soul burn like where the pastor at

My heart broke, fell straight out my chest, I had to patch it back

This the season niggas fall, you see it in the leaves

I seen Unc wrappin', shit, it wasn't Christmas Eve