I was getting high before I wrote this, lean up listening 
to 'Pac, feeling hopeless
I smoke to the roach like a man with emotives
I get stoned seven days a week
I won't quit, I been.. chokin', tokin' on some good shit
No sticks, no leaves, I smoke trees
If I don't inhale smoke, I won't breathe
I can't sleep like ___ my codiene
I'm so lean, robeine is what my throat needs
I've always got a spliff on the go, you know me
And I'll be billin' up 'til I'm old, with no teeth
By the TV, with a cup of tea, and a bud, I can't function 
properly
Even you would want a taste, if you smelt that shit
Damn right it's smell like piff, 
Smells like lemons, smells like jiff
Or did they change your name to Siff
Me and Preston buddin' out on Youtube
Watching some crazy shit, shit with crazy hits
Shit with people falling over on their face and shit
Some weird shit about aliens
Look at the time, we're just wasting it
No wonder we so paranoid about the masons, it's some 
crazy shit
Watching videos of a man getting beat up,
In the club, in the streets blood
Fuck, lean up.