Auto-Pilot
You like a flower from the hood
Grown right out the concrete
I see you from the mud, babe
You made it out you eating good
Still for your life a bounty
Run for your life my dear
You get that top shelf just to ease your mind
Only the best because you do your best
I know you do your best
Your only way to slow the time, yeah
I mean what else is there for you to rest
What else, what else
Your vision cloudy
Cloudy like the room from this blunt smoke
You puff on chemicals straight from the feds
Good ganja what we get from the islands
Check your meds
Your vision cloudy
And that got you in this auto-pilot
Remote control give way to stress
Man, fuck all of this stress
Check your meds
Check your meds
Man, pardon me, pardon me, pardon me that's my steez
That's just my steez, baby
And it's magic in my fingers lil baby make a pearl out of trees
It's been a long week
Know it's been a long week
The man on the tv keeps saying it's "weed"
Hold up wait what?
We'd do what?
Ain't late to the party, we just pulled up
Did a little drugs, we ain't do too much
Walked in the door and the whole party sleep
Wait wait hold up hold up wait, just please
Think the government want us dead, just me?
Who you think funding that mess, that's we
Smoke in my eyes motherfucker can't see
Smoke in my lungs motherfucker can't breathe
Smoke got me tripping, I been thinking OD
And my phone keep blinking
Saying Covid still alive
Motherfucker, don't sneeze
Don't post that, there's ash on your knees
If people see that they'd be on you like fleas
Or maybe I'm high as fuck
Maybe I'm bugging or we really onto something
Man, fuck it. I ain't fronting. Roll another one up
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
How many woods
How many woods
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
Aye, wait, hold up
How many How many How many
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could
If a hood nigga could, shit
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
Would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
If he could smoke woods in the bitch
How many how many how many
How many how many how many
How many how many how many
How many how many how many
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
Wait... Wait... Wait
Grown right out the concrete
I see you from the mud, babe
You made it out you eating good
Still for your life a bounty
Run for your life my dear
You get that top shelf just to ease your mind
Only the best because you do your best
I know you do your best
Your only way to slow the time, yeah
I mean what else is there for you to rest
What else, what else
Your vision cloudy
Cloudy like the room from this blunt smoke
You puff on chemicals straight from the feds
Good ganja what we get from the islands
Check your meds
Your vision cloudy
And that got you in this auto-pilot
Remote control give way to stress
Man, fuck all of this stress
Check your meds
Check your meds
Man, pardon me, pardon me, pardon me that's my steez
That's just my steez, baby
And it's magic in my fingers lil baby make a pearl out of trees
It's been a long week
Know it's been a long week
The man on the tv keeps saying it's "weed"
Hold up wait what?
We'd do what?
Ain't late to the party, we just pulled up
Did a little drugs, we ain't do too much
Walked in the door and the whole party sleep
Wait wait hold up hold up wait, just please
Think the government want us dead, just me?
Who you think funding that mess, that's we
Smoke in my eyes motherfucker can't see
Smoke in my lungs motherfucker can't breathe
Smoke got me tripping, I been thinking OD
And my phone keep blinking
Saying Covid still alive
Motherfucker, don't sneeze
Don't post that, there's ash on your knees
If people see that they'd be on you like fleas
Or maybe I'm high as fuck
Maybe I'm bugging or we really onto something
Man, fuck it. I ain't fronting. Roll another one up
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
How many woods
How many woods
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
Aye, wait, hold up
How many How many How many
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could
If a hood nigga could, shit
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
Would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
If he could smoke woods in the bitch
How many how many how many
How many how many how many
How many how many how many
How many how many how many
How many woods would a hood nigga smoke
If a hood nigga could smoke woods in this bitch
Wait... Wait... Wait
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Writer(s): Samara Henderson, Justin Valenzuela
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