Palm Pact - SOLD AGAIN (feat. Kai Ken & Bomber)

Mama said if I ever sold dope again she was calling the cops
She'd rather me locked up than selling bud to the opps
To the opps yuh
Selling dope ain't for everybody
I done lived that life like I was in jeopardy
Made a lot of money and I spent it quick
No tax brackets I was living in sin
Owned a 9 millimeter pulled it on my enemy
Sold so many grams that's how some remember me
But it's all behind me
I live clean now it's all history
I ain't selling no more trees
I ain't messing with the bird and the bees
Just me and my queen
My animals my kids so you know what I mean
But on the low I'm still a marijuana fiend
Puffing on the green
Puffing on the green
And you know what I mean
And you know what I mean
Mama said if I ever sold dope again she was calling the cops
She'd rather me locked up than selling bud to the opps
To the opps yuh
Kai about to meet the true villains
I smoke out my brothers then we grilling
Palm Pact that's how we big chillin
If you shave your head then I'm gonna call you krillin
Puff puff pass and we cop the strongest grass
Stayed under the radar and never been put on my ass
These rappers ain't writing their own lines
No they busy snorting them
No they busy snorting them
But we gotta get to the money
Get to the honeys
Like a playboy bunny
They be hating on the young boy Kai
And I'm getting so high
That I think my brain fried
And I'm chilling with the B.O.M.B. and the Euphemistic
I gotta get that money like a golden ticket
Aye catch me up in the factory
With Charlie and the chocolate
Mama said if I ever sold dope again she was calling the cops
She'd rather me locked up than selling bud to the opps
To the opps yuh
I'm the dope man dope man
And I sell coke man
Sell blow man you don't understand
My bitch she look like Lindsey Lohan
They always gassing me why you so cold man
I move the pack and it never move slow man
Got so much white I'm like a fucking snowman
When I pull up I use a fucking trojan
Eating salt and vinegar it taste like toe jam
I don't look at the price when I fill up the tank
You know when I pull up I pull up with dank
You know that I gotta go hit the fucking bank
Pull out all the money that I've ever made
Bet it on the Bucs
Bet they gon lose
Then I'm gon be stuck
Man what I do
This the life I choose
Mama said if I ever sold dope again she was calling the cops
She'd rather me locked up than selling bud to the opps
To the opps yuh
Mama said if I ever sold dope again she was calling the cops
She'd rather me locked up than selling bud to the opps
To the opps yuh

Written by:
Ken Keller, Nathan Weiss

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