Joey Indica - My Own!

Boy I'm rolling up a blunt it's barely two am in the morning
Smoking gas from outta space I'm smoking on these moonstones
If I pop that perk, better leave my ass alone
That boy talking tough I turn him to a vegetable
Me and my niggas might run to pockets we want dem extras
Stacking up these god damn racks it feel like Tetris
My shooter, my shooter yeah they pulling up in a all black Lexus
Boy I been trapping for so damn long but I'm still next up
Did all this shit on my own my old niggas left us
Wonder how they gon feel when I go hop in that Tesla
Boy I'm flexing on these lames like a damn wrestler
If I see that bitch Nigga in public then it's up
Boy I'm rolling up a blunt it's barely two am in the morning
Smoking gas from outta space I'm smoking on these moonstones
If I pop that perk, better leave my ass alone
That boy talking tough I turn him to a vegetable
Boy I'm rolling up a blunt it's barely two am in the morning
Smoking gas from outta space I'm smoking on these moonstones
If I pop that perk, better leave my ass alone
That boy talking tough I turn him to a vegetable

Written by:
Joey Indica

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