Can I fuckin chill/ what's the fuckin deal/ Don't gimme no baby food/ The damn baby blues keep me fuckin ill//// I'm finna get high/ There's a type of smile and my spine chills//I'm the type of guy that writes crime films/ My imagination's a mine field////

Can I fuckin chill/ What's the fuckin' deal/ Everybody act bitch-made/ I can't think straight/ I can't sit still////I'm kick-back in a Lac Ville'/ with a chick who don't have to "act real"// cuz that ass real/ and that rack's real/ she fix a headache with no Advil

HOOK:

Lemme get a little bit of smoke/ Lemme get a hit or get a toke (I ain't picky)/Lemme sniff a little bit of coke/ Never hint to anyone you know/ or else Jaime'll get me// Ask round the block about Burnsie/ he got swag by the bag if you thirsty/He got bigger dick energy than Xerxes/ Charisma, it cursed me////

Lemme get a hit of that trim back/ You need a good friend? Cuz we did that/I think it's obvious, I'm no misogynist/ And this bucket ain't a muthafuckin' pimp hat// Lemme get a hit of that raw shit/ I see a pill I don't even think to pop it/ "Keep your hands out your damn pockets"/ I quick-draw and the cops yell "Get back!"////