Ciggaweed

[Verse 1] Immaculate conception, I've seen my own death You act bad for perception You ain't she, you get shegged Got a new president or election Had no P for the rent Bad girl come from Epsom, we smoke weed in my bed Party boy, party boy Turnt up like I'm Dex Paranoid was that a noise, hear them niggas making threats You couldn't walk a mile in my shoes, little nigga watch your step He's on a hype but I know he'll do, nothing to me he's a mess Snitches whistle blowing like a ref This kid's never spoken to the feds I will get it when there's nothing left Drout hit, I had a couple zeds Little fuck from the 1-4 Scallied up cause I'm from Moor She give me face, contour He reminds me of a Concorde He ain't flying like he once was I got the work, I was on job Hit the road, I was long gone Nike trackie over long johns Know the road like a tom-tom I was in the ends but the wrong one So she could shake it like some pom-poms Fit girl Stefflon Don On my balls, bon-bons Never worn, condoms Sweg Lawd yeah I'm on one Yeah, I'm probably off one [Verse 2] Listen G, literally, none of you niggas are shit to me I got the flavors, you ciggaweed I can't be bougie, it isn't me Gold chains, Mr. T I'm a god, Lil B I turn a loss to a victory, I just wanna give a singer D Manna ghetto, make her sing for me, symphonies and sin for me Can't give an op any sympathy Simply, silly me Gave him a chance and the shit on me Stand-offish when I sip the lean Did a bean, then I flicked her bean In a mini like Mr Bean You ain't road, you're just in the street Talking crud but it isn't beef In the hood where the killers be Big cousin, that's Killer P Devil gang, new Killa Bees Ape shit, swinging in the trees Bape shit, Tommy Hilly steez Aces, tricks in my sleeve You're basic, you ain't shit to me Basically, you ain't shit, it's deep Listen G, literally, none of you niggas are shit to me I got the flavors, you ciggaweed I can't be bougie, it isn't me Gold chains, Mr. T I'm a god, Lil B I turn a loss to a victory Can't give a op any sympathy