Cannabis Don - Street Diary

Lost a few friends on the way for this come up
Met a few bad bitches and they gonna come up
Imma keep it real
And thats one thing on this come up
Its cannabis
Smoke something down then ill handle it
Im on my dayshift
Still pulling in after hours
Its cannabis
I keep it real when I’m on a track
Can they handle this
Get they chick then I manage it
In this diary
Words that I write down
Every verse every line every pack now
Gotta keep authentic when I’m on this shit
These cappin,they ain’t clapping shit
When I Speak about my cap and gown
It’s NY on my fitted cap
Graduate the streets
These niggas still dead under sheets
Still potent when I roll the smoke
So consistent she loves the stroke
Still wavy when im on the boat
Float
Float
Never thought I could make it here
Real shit
Late night I was shedding tears
Never thought I could make it here
Never thought I could make it here
Seeing is believing
Even to a blind man
I hear they talking but it still falls on deaf ears
They talk about me but I don’t care
Two years ago they said it was their year
Why is that they never reach
Their ambition diminish cuz they was weak
I got the will like I’m Naruto
Bars still hitting like I use jitsu
I let my demeanor and pack talk for itself
Like Khalifa kk on the shelf
Smoke that suicide like Juicy J
Her as is fat and she in them jays
This is the story of young cannabis
They say money don’t grow on trees
They say money don’t grow on trees
Well I guess they aint grow me yet
Its cannabis
Smoke something down then ill handle it
Im on my dayshift
still pulling in after hours
Its cannabis
I keep it real when I’m on a track
Can they handle it
Get they chick and I manage it
Story of my life
Tryna avoid the state troopers
So I see my momma for the night
Said I ain’t living right
Just started a business transition to a new life
They wanna know what’s the price
Still cheaper than the dollar store
Now you gotta give me more
They wanna know whats in store
Saying you the man now
You sending niggas to the store
Talking like outta town
Five trips aint go nowhere now
Last thing for me to remember
These niggas aint nobody to impress
They talking like they was outta town
Five trips and they’ll never be near me now
Last thing for me to remember
This niggas aint nothing to impress
Its cannabis
Smoke something down then ill handle it
Im on my dayshift
Still pulling in after hours
Its cannabis
I keep it real when I’m on a track
Can they handle this
Get they chick then I manage it
Smoke something down then I’ll handle It
Still pulling in after hours

Written by:
Michael Beaumont

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