(11) Freestyle #11 Cloudy With A Chance Of Haze 12.31.2024 @ 11:27pm

I can’t explain what I’m feeling, it’s insane!

How do I explain something that’s not cocaine?

Tooting crystal meth, smoking cigarettes

For now I feel no regrets

I’m chilling, vibing out with my peeps

Smoking Strawberry Shortcake until it creeps

It’s all I know 

It’s how this flow is about to go

South central living

Great vibes it be giving

Here goes Mr. Cannabis again, nodding off

Fucking smoke had me wanting to cough

Cough up that shit

I warned them all that I was lit

It’s always ‘wait till you find out’

Once it hits, they know what I’m about

Good drugs and good days

Decent financial gains

I’m not hallucinating

Nor impersonating

Something that I’m not

This piece is pure brain rot

Don’t believe anything I say here

I like catching ‘em by surprise like a deer

A deer caught in the headlights

Danger lurks around in plain sight

Question yourself if you’re up for the fight

The fight is get off this fucking flight