Pouring All The Sauce

[Mr. J]

Green bags straight from the dispensary
puff clouds until theres no sense in me.
a few shots begin to throw off my sensory.
turn the baddest bitch to a memory...
ill forget but she always gonna remember me.
she wear the pain like an accessory.
she cherish my gains like a treasury
fools save the hoe claiming they as fresh as me...
thats a no no, she ya new new, she my old hoe.
but thats how the game go.
do anything to claim you got game though.
who am I to blame though?
dealing out more Ls than a game show.
smoking another L on my way home.
delivering my philosophies like Plato.
riding on big wheels I cant act my age so...
just roll with it...this lanes closed.