Oz.

[Intro]

Oh, shit

Oh, fuck, ditch the weed, ditch the weed (What?)

It's the fucking cops, man, ditch the fucking weed

Fuck (Smoke it), I got that fucking bag on me, man (What?)

The ounce, dog, I got the fucking bag, dog (Tuck it somewhere)

Where the fuck do I tuck it, my nuts? What the fuck?

Chill, chill, here he comes, hold up

What's up, officer?

[Verse 1]

Yeah, early mornin', cuttin' corners

Rollin' up this marijuana

Stole it straight from California, homie

What do you got on it?

My cup holder filled with Tropicana

Couple grams of Aunt Jemima

In my hand like candid camera

Vibin' to that Country Grammar

Pullin' up to Grandma's

I smell bacon, eggs thats' scrambled

Hoppin' out, then ol' boy ran up

My dog grabbed the MC hammer, blammer, blammer

Make him dance and watch him run up out they sandal

But fuck all that, where's my sandwich?

Let's blaze up and change the channels

Look on TV and I see me

With that Chief Wahoo on my beanie

"Wild Boy" video on repeat

Only white boy on BET

EZ Widers, hydroponics, roll one tall as Spike Lee

You ain't never seen a motherfucker do it like me, Kells

[Chorus]

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Yeah, bitch)

[Verse 2]

Rollin' out, smokin' up

Cleveland boys don't give a fuck

1800 fill my cup, bein' sober sucks

I'ma spend a hundred bucks on a Oz

Gotta call Big Chuck, he the OG

And get a zone for the low 'cause I'm lil' bro

Everybody on the Eastside know me

Westside get it crackin' and the fact of the matter is

Whether I'm standing on Denison Ave or I'm in the Valley

I'm bringin' a Grammy back to the city, this is the anthem

Have P. Diddy on St. Clair dancin', Kells

Used to ride the RTA, $1.50 every meter

Food wasn't guaranteed, I stole my meals out of Arabica

Speakers blastin' my own shit

Bow tie on the jet, on my grown shit

Courtside at the game with the owner

And sell the same arena out when I'm homesick

Goddamn, I'm a fool, couple hundred diamonds in the tooth

Couple hundred bitches in the pool

And out of a couple hundred rappers, I am the truth

That's why I get a couple hundred when I'm in the booth, still I keep that

[Chorus]

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top

Ounce in my pocket, ducking the cops

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Look)

[Bridge]

I come straight from the bottom

No hot water for showers

Stole a jacket from Target

Gotta go to court in two hours

I'm at Dub's house on Way St.​

Swooped up Slim off of Harvard

Drove down Dove to see Casie

Let's take it back where we started

When I had that

[Chorus]

Ounce in my pocket (Bitch), ducking the cops (5-0)

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Yeah, yeah)

Ounce in my pocket (Hah), ducking the cops (One time)

Came from the bottom, now I get high at the top (Plead)