Es un día gris lleno de palos secos
Un calor cansante de existencia amargada

Oh yeah, now, we compose
Searching for that demon flow
Stacy got the weed and slows
He can roll
Give a nigga one and let the weed control

We compose
Sounds for all the demon hoes
Lost in the all trees I blow
We can go

Okay now, we can go
Searching for that demon flow
Stacy got the weed and slows
He can roll
Give a nigga one and let the weed control

Oh, we compose
Sounds for all the demon hoes
Lost in the all the trees I blow
We can go
Give a nigga one and let the weed control like oh-whoa
Get it back, like whoa, whoa

It's, it's that
Bad motherfucker with that bow tie
Leanin', pillin', hopin' that a nigga won't die
From the city, man, a nigga gotta get away
We the prey, grab a gun, or better yet don't cry

The white folks comin', run away
In the space, we the slaves, so we don't relate
For the dinner plate, I
Kill a nigga straight, long live the king
Can't pick up the shit, take out the kids, in a race I

You fuck the place, we shut the place down
You run this shit, we run this shit down
You talk your shit, we fuck your bitch
Thank God for life, light up a spliff now

Tell your boys that the kids is back
Same niggas that lick your back
Probably pick your back when the shots come
That's a monster boy
Tell your bitch we don't need the chat

Okay now, we can go
Searching for that demon flow
Stacy got the weed and slows
He can roll
Give a nigga one and let the weed control

Oh, we compose
Sounds for all the demon hoes
Lost in the all trees I blow
We can go
Give a nigga one and let the weed control, like