crucified - stay faded lyrics
[chorus: rob da rippah sample]
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
[verse 1: d+loc the gill god]
gilla
i be rollin’ my cigarello fat as a pillow
and every time that you see me smokin’ it ain’t never little
f+ck all of the stereotypical sh+t, n+gga, roll a spliff
so we can go ?out hand? and turn on this instrumental
called up my n+gga crucified and told him need to get high
i’m ’bout to put four or five blunts in the sky
smokin’ on k!lla until i feel like i’m finna die
eyes waterin’, i’m coughin’, look like i’m finna cry
till the day i’m in a coffin i’ma be gettin’ high
you can bury me with a pound of that cherry pie
just in case i don’t make it to heaven i can be hired in h+ll
then rollin’ up another blunt of that chocolate thai
told my n+gga, ay, i need a f+ckin’ fat sack
what type of n+gga would i be without green crack?
takin’ flights to a whole ‘nother state just to take
a blunt to the face, i ain’t never seen that
roll it up, light it and smoke it, then pass it
and sometimes i hate it but sometimes i ask you
if you got some weed, if you ain’t got no weed to match me
get out of my face, b+st+rd
’bout to get high as a rocket, feel like i’m finna spiral
roll up a syringe marijuana medical bio
feel like if i ain’t high, then i am about to go viral
haven’t had medicine, that’s why my anxiety’s higher
call me the weed president and my candidate is nothin’ but fire
’cause my n+ggas never retire
i’m the sole proprietor, tellin’ ’em to pass me the lighter
and roll up the fire so i can get higher
smokin’ weed i never think i will see a last day
got a hunnid and fifty thousand roaches off in my ashtray
if you smokin’ on regular, n+gga, don’t even call my
cellular, n+gga, i don’t f+ck with that, i pass, mane
[chorus: rob da rippah sample]
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
[verse 2: crucified]
the crucified is always high, i’m stayin’ on the weed
late, so wake up in the mornin’ nice and early, have a sleep
then i pull up out the bag a big enough, then you’d believe
break it up, i pack it up, i get the lighter and i chief
take a bit and when i’m gettin’ really faded, try’na breathe
because i get up, ain’t no kiddin’, bein’ lifted off my feet
if i could smoke a cheeba way into eternity, i’d prolly
od off the weed and [?] hopin’ to see
no controllin’ me, i’m all about the green
i’m all about the money and the marijuana scene
to get a hold of lee, better grab a hold of these
’cause there really ain’t no chance i’m ’bout to do a thing for free
i gotta get up a second to stab it, don’t think if you f+ckin’ with seed
better be doin’ it while i be put up if somebody goin’ and tokin’ the weed
gotta be high and i wanna be dead ’em and throwin’ and bouncin’, i wanna be free
thinkin’ about it, i’m burning a pack up, and f+ck if they got it, you better believe
i’m on that high sh+t, i’m on that high sh+t
load up a bowl on that bong and stay risin’
smokin’ up all of my chronic, i wanna be on the noise, stay with the fryin’
all of us up in this, so hypnotizin’
load up and roll up while packin’ the bong and i’m tryin’ to hit while they passin’ the blunt
always about it, i stay on the smokin’ the pudding so deadly it’s finna get skunk
you better tell ’em be dead up if somebody reach in the bag and then pull up a gun
crucified let ’em be gettin’ by so do you believe it, i’m blowin’ and choppin’ ’em up
smokin’ up all of the weed till i’m weak then i’m fallin’
i can’t stop the foggin’, i stop like i’m ballin’
the bag i just purchased i believe is gone, then
i must get another, my weed man i’m callin’
need me some more in a hurry
i should’a called early, but surely
he got some more of the good herb
wanna re+up, am i sure?
smokin’ until i am burnt, burnt
[chorus: rob da rippah sample]
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
kickin’ back, kickin’ back, ki+
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
kickin’ back with that thunderpack
and stay faded up in this b+tch
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