A Night in the Studio

[Intro]

Ayo, Josh

Ayo, where the fuck you at, man?

What you mean you on your way, yo?

You—our session was at 9, it's fuckin' 11

I'm out here blowed, smokin L's, waitin' for your ass

I don't even think I got—

Oh no, I definitely still got some weed for the lab

But still, when you gon' be here?

Soon? Motherfucker, how soo—oh, there you are right now

Ayo, what's good, bruh?

This is a DJ Haze exclusive (Hello?)

Ayo, what's good, bruh?

Shit, chillin'

Yeah, I'm tryin' to go to the studio or whatever

Yeah, I got shit to drop, motherfucker

I always got shit to drop, damn

Aight, you'll meet me there? Aight

[Verse]

I woke up, scratched my nuts, rolled a Swisher on the shitter, ha

Got blowed, then I light me up a cigarette

The coolest flow, Coolio movie role

Now I'm tryna head up to the lab

I headed to the studio, open the door

Say, "What's up?" to everybody who was posted before

I'm 'bout to record, they know I'm smokin', of course

Blow some haze in the air, pull out my notebook

Then I head up to the booth, load the beat off my email

Phone on silent, ignorin' calls from females

My man Josh sit down, get the tempo

Put on my headphones, aight, let's go (Do it)

I let go, intro of the beat's startin'

Say a couple words, try not to be retarded, ha

'Cause I'm a goofy dude doin' what I choose to do

Eatin' tracks up like some snacks, call me Scooby-Doo

Now the beat about to drop, verse one

It's like a war when the soldier pull the first gun

Everything blank, it's me and the mic

I don't read a lot, so I try and see what I write (Visualize)

Visualize the melody, hypnotize

Everybody watchin', I hope they ain't blink they eyes (Stare)

'Cause you don't wanna miss a fuckin' second when I'm catchin' wreck

I be in the booth goin' off, try and catch my breath

Couple more bars, couple seconds left

Killin' 'em softly, takin' extra steps (Yep)

They never guessed I'd be murderin' and blessin'

Aight, the first done, but before we start the second

We gotta do mad shit (Mad shit), doubles and ad-libs (Ad-libs)

And Josh make it sound like magic (Yessir)

He a old school genius with the Pro Tools

Try and school me on everything that the pros do

I tell him that he needs to think it in the book

But for now we makin' guap, just singin' on some hooks

So I don't worry 'bout the chorus, the track got a hook on it

And my verses with that, they sound good on it (Uh-huh)

Now I do a second, maybe do a third

If I'm in the mood to go crazy with my words (Chyeah)

I take a little break, got some haze to burn

The cats sittin' outside can wait they turn (Wait, bitch)

We makin' classics in this session, mom's askin' me these questions

"When you comin' home? You got school" Ha, nah, I'm suspended

After this track done, burn the last blunt, smokin' good

Payin' for my time in stolen goods

Say peace to whoever, outside it's dark

I'm blowed and can't find where the fuck I parked

So I beep the car, oh, there it is

Let's go ahead and dip, hop in the whip, light a cigarette and sit

Got a ride home ahead of us, slumped in the back

Tell my mans with the whip to bump on my track

I'm tryna ride out, and I'm high now

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