NLM Geno - Blunt Cruising

Melo told me never. I say never ever. Wife these bitches. Ain’t no time for that shit on my schedule. Unless yo name Mary Jane then I treat u special. She say u love that stanky shit. Yea that’s my guilty pleasure. Call me whatever just don’t call me broke that’s not a joke. I keep the money on my mind cuz that’s the way to go. Born and raised in the chi not a car but I’m trained to go. I just do me like Nike baby I’m so 6-0. Had to let em know. I got that dope flow. And this right here a kilo. But it ain’t come from Migo. I water whip on the beat tho. The people know that I’m a beast tho. Word to future I’m in beast mode. Geno 2 times cuz the beat cold. Lil bro let’s see how far we go. Ok. Just finished rollin a leaf. Prefer to call it BAB. I smoke exotic to the face. What u smokin OG? I’m probably high as can be. She wanna be under my wing. Never look down on my haters. They help me live out the dream. Stuck to the code of the streets. Like Yung dolph I’m on a paper route. Vow to plead the 5th and never tell em what that paper bout. Nowadays these niggaz outchea tellin on they damn self. It’s all on the internet police don’t need no damn help. Aye I’m just blunt cruising this blunt music. Don’t mind me talkin shit when I’m blunt boofin. Them blunts do it. My Weedman stay comin thru wit that weddin cake and them runts too. Bouta put sum of that gelato 41 inside a 1882. 90s baby we was crazy too. Still hot like Cajun food. But they tryna lose a generation too. Too many drugs and emotions fused. And the pills ain’t even hard to swallow. Shid the hell wit almighty dollar. Cuz I done seen niggaz kill over sum Koolaid just the damn powder. And I couldn’t even roll a blunt to that. I was stuck in a box wit em. 47 niggaz bouta box wit em. Whose down for a jailhouse sentence. Basically I’m just glad be un smoke free. No more probation no court fees. Bouta take my talents to the mountain peak. Who amounts to me. Not any being. Try and intervene. I’m too focused on winnin things. No competition so u caint compete. Try as u may it’s amusin me. And truthfully y’all sum send offs. Ridin the wave of the trends. These rappers lyrics is really pretend. Please know the difference when u listening. Uhh. Errbody choosin the quantity over quality. Then they got the nerve to wonder why they won’t acknowledge me. I ain’t finna tell u no bullshit less I’m on bullshit. They tell ya anything when u follow em. That’s sum bullshit. Aye. But I’m just blunt cruising this blunt music. Don’t mind me talkin shit when I’m blunt boofin. Them blunts do it. My Weedman stay comin thru wit that weddin cake and them runts too. Bouta put sum of that gelato 41 inside a 1882. Ooh...

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