Ay yo Josh Ay yo where the fuck you at man? What you mean you on your way yo' Our session was at 9 its fuckin' 11 I'm out here, blowed, smokin L's Waitin for yo ass I don't even think I got.. Oh no I definitely still got some weed for the lab But still when you gonna be here? Soon? Mother fucker how soo.. Oh there you are right now Ay yo whats good bruh? Ay yo whats good bro Shit chillin' Yeah I'm tryin to go to the studio or whatever Yeah I got shit to drop mother fucker I always got shit to drop damn Ight you'll meet me there? I woke up scratched my nuts Rolled a swisher on the shitter Got blowed then I light me up a cigarette The coolest flow coolio a movie roll Now I'm tryna head up to the lab I headed to the studio open the door Say wassup 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 Ight, let's go I let go intro of the beats startin' Say a couple words try not to be retarded, huh Cuz 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 1 Its like a war when the soldier pull the first gun Everything's blank it's just me and the mic I don't read a lot, so I try and see what I write Visualize the melody, hypnotize everybody watchin I hope they ain't blink they eyes Cuz you don't wanna miss a fuckin second When I'm catchin wreck I be in the booth goin' off try to catch my breath Couple more bars, couple seconds left Killin' em softly takin' extra steps They never guessed I be murderin' and blessin' Ight the first done but before we start the second We gotta do mad shit Doubles and adlibs And Josh make it sound like magic He a old school genius with the pro tools Tryna 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 gotta hook on it And my verses with that, they sound good on it Now I do a second maybe do a third If I'm in the mood to go crazy with my words I take a lil' break got some haze to burn The cats sittin' outside can wait they turn We makin' classics in the session Mom's askin me these questions "When you comin' home? You got school." Nah, I'm suspended After this track done burn the last blunt smokin' good Payin' for my time with stolen goods Say peace to whoever, outside its dark I'm blowed and can't find where the fuck I parked So I beep the car, oh there it is Lets go ahead and dip, hop in the whip Light a cigarette and sit Gotta ride home ahead of us Slumped in the back Tell my man wit the whip to bump on my track Tryna ride out, and I'm high now
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