[Chorus]
Smoking this shit, it's a sweet sativa
Taking micro, rhyme by rhyme, let them know
I'm with my brothers, I'm ready to break up for them
Such a friendship I could only dream of
What good is money, if there's no one to spend it with
I need advice, platinum can't give it
The numbers will never cover your back
Why do you need fame? He won't give it to you
Smoking this shit, it's a sweet sativa
Taking micro, rhyme by rhyme, let them know
I'm with my brothers, I'm ready to break up for them
Such a friendship I could only dream of
What good is money, if there's no one to spend it with
I need advice, platinum can't give it
The numbers will never cover your back
Why do you need fame? He won't give it to you
[Verse]
Boys grow up early
Time won't heal the wounds
Only alcohol and weed
Occam's Razor
Fuck your fame?
It will devour your soul, make you weak
Bitch, my sandcastles washed away from the juice of females
Now I don't waste a minute on hoes, hey
Fuck your bitch-ass weakness, fuck off
Trill to the bone
[Bridge]
In a world where people look more and more like mannequins
In the world of simulacra and simulations, similar to the spectacle of society
Maybe mannequins are a truly sacred thing
[Chorus]
Smoking this shit, it's a sweet sativa
Taking micro, rhyme by rhyme, let them know
I'm with my brothers, I'm ready to break up for them
Such a friendship I could only dream of
What good is money, if there's no one to spend it with
I need advice, platinum can't give it
The numbers will never cover your back
Why do you need fame? He won't give it to you
Smoking this shit, it's a sweet sativa
Taking micro, rhyme by rhyme, let them know
I'm with my brothers, I'm ready to break up for them
Such a friendship I could only dream of
What good is money, if there's no one to spend it with
I need advice, platinum can't give it
The numbers will never cover your back
Why do you need fame? He won't give it to you