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[Intro: DJ Drama] Oh yeah, DJ Drama [Chorus: Joey Bada$$ & DJ Drama] I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help) I'm still going, gangster I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale) Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's [Verse 1: J.I.D] Uh, okay, I stepped in this bitch like I stepped in some shit Right, left, right, left, left, hop, dip, skip J.I.D, dipshit, the spliff lit, I'm lifted I'm finna hit the zip lick for zip-lock bags so keep your lip zipped Shit poppin' like ten zits, I got a little weed oil Pull it when the pen lit, that's a good drag He be high as fuck in a minute, and that's a good bag I got it from my Cali plug and she's a dentist Back in the book bag, I roll it, light it, no look pass That's too gassy, sulfuric acid, girl you nasty Now the lips of this spliff is like wet as shit from your lipstick You could just have it, but you still got a fatty Still managing to come up with the magic in the true fashion J.I.D Milly Rockin' through the madness (Madness) Silly cockroaches don't forget the Glock is closer to me So when you approach him or greet him do it with caution (Caution) We can smoke and you can watch me roll it up Stay away from them niggas tryna sneak Cosby in your cup Told you one time, I ain't gon' do no molly with you but You so fine, I'd try and do some molly off your bu-, heheheh I ain't tryna sabotage your killer vibe I made a joke so I can hide what it is I really feel inside But in your mind, I be wildin' and I'm high out of my mind [Interlude: DJ Drama] M-E-T-H [Verse 2: Method Man] Ayy, look Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough They bad but that ain't good enough They mad 'cause they ain't half of what I'm cookin' up Taraji out in line, giving cookies up Plug in my supply, need a jumper cable, why? Gon' hook me up, the devil is a lie (Lie) Who won't shush me up, I heard he got that fire Gon' kush me up, I'm gone Push me up, mister how high, that I can kiss the sky Gon' look me up She pushing up her bra, like cookies looking kushy in the jar Told her book me, hit the nookie up tomorrow See police be tryna book me 'cause they put me in Segal You's a rookie, I'ma boogie 'fore you put me in the car I got beef with my connect, I'm vexed 'Cause you see his THC is not correct, I think he should not collect Not upset, I ain't trippin', what, he pitchin' out his best Should be glad my hand is gripped around his spliff and not his neck, yes This not a bogie, you already know the smell Not that codeine, I heard that lean is deadly for your health If you know me, then know that I already got some L's Of some OG, so you can smoke that Reggie by yourself [Chorus: Joey Bada$$] Ha, I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help) I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale) Bitch, I'm back on my grind, you can't tell When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's [Verse 3: Joey Bada$$] Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail J.I.D and Joey, they say we the best out They studying the methods, tell them, "Class in sesh now" I'm a walking legend walking with my chest out Please babe don't you push me 'cause I'm off the edge, dawg My sonics got me politicin' with them hedgehogs You hooked up on my findings, I'm hooked on this chemdawg I smoke on the regular, you smokin' that Reginald Look y'all ain't ready for this, I'm back spazzin' Chain too heavy, it's giving me back spasm Pardon the sarcasm, inside it's all pessim' I rides the beat until it have a bargasm Pregnant pause (Uh, uh) Bitch I might shoot the club up I'm way too raw, I'm going in without a rubber I'm smokin' on this fire batch, it got me raisin' hell While I hold this Mac-11 screaming, "Fuck twelve" [Chorus: Joey Bada$$] I'm trapped in my mind, I need help (I need help) I sit back and recline, and inhale (And inhale) Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell (You can't tell) When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's (Face L's) I'm trapped in my mind, I need help I sit back and recline, and inhale Bitch I'm back on my grind, you can't tell When I hit the spliff, only time we face L's [Outro: DJ Drama] Ride out That's what you call generations, and generation now Know that, J.I.D