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Some weed raps


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ganjabus2417

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Just some verses ive thrown down about the good herb and hustlin. Not exactly songs cause i always start another before i complete the others lol


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We rollin up those swisher sweets and those philly blunts
You know we packin heat and we shootin guns
This that gangsta g who loves the buds
Dont matter if i lean ill still give you slugs

Everyday when im rollin im high
every mornin, every evenin, every night
I dont worry bout money cause i got that cake
cash flow starts comin at the top of the day
Early in the morning im on my grind
Sun up to sun down, rain or shine
No holidays for me, no vacations
when i take a trip, money is my destination

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Im in this paper chase tyrin to the cake
I need to be first place, im grindin all day
No stoppin the want, cant hide the need
its all i got, its what i have to believe
the fiends need my goods, but money is my addiction
If you come through my hood, youll meet my affliction
i dont need the gun, but i still carry the glock
You know what street youre on cause the bustin wont stop
But thuggin's whats comin when your grind is buzzin
you got the jack boys and the cops is buckin
Tha heat is a need when you run the streets
N if the boys stuntin, your belts where you reach

#3

OG Kush and Granddaddy Purp
Jollyrancher, that motherfuckin Syrup
We got our purple drank and our purple blunt
I try and think, but dont know whats up
I reah high, but lean to the side
I feel like the continental divide
Eyes hella red, legs are so dead
Will i ever get off this jet
Head in the clouds, noises so loud
Please dont make me come down

#4

Give me a sick beat to spit with
Give me a glass of patron to sip with
Now give me a blunt to hit with
Do you understand to get this
Theres three things i need
A beat, my drank, and my weed
If i have those then im set
Superman, no need for the bullet proof vest

No weaknesses tongiht
no kryptonite
no feelings no nothin
no seeing no touching
just sitting and wishing
that this will never end
just laying and praying
this day comes again
Cuz, i need the sensation in my mind when i ryme
i get the motivation from when im high


i know there not great, just summiin fun i do to get through the school day



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What do you all think?

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It's not bad for just fuckin around in school.

Keep working though, you could write some bomb diggity rhymes.

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It's not bad for just fuckin around in school.

Keep working though, you could write some bomb diggity rhymes.


Thanks man!

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Metaphors man. That's all I have to say.

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Metaphors man. That's all I have to say.


As in i need to work on them? i have a couple in there but i know i need to improve. thats one thing though that takes a little work at to be good




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