Freddie Gibbs - Smoke Away The Pain lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs - Smoke Away The Pain lyrics]
Gangstarr told you something to smoke to
Something to ride to
You can get high to and lie to
Now you know like I know
I done blown every kind of do' you can blow
Regulator, mid-grade, stress to the dro
Then I went to Cali and I came upon
Some shit that go 800 to 0
King Kush, straight killer
That's how I refer to it
A pound ain't enough
You know I'ma burn through it
Then my niggas gone be stuck when
I put it in the air, mayne
14 grams in my drawers on the airplane
Smoke like I never smoked before
Green like I never seen before
Woke up and smoked the bud, sky high
(sky high)
Buds circulating like a Sunday paper
Break my Swisher with my thumb
Motherfuck a razor
Nigga you's a liar if you
Say it don't phase ya
That other kind of reefer can't get you
As high as I take ya take a hit of this, I
Call it down goes Fraizer
A clown don't pay ya
They come to my spot with minimal paper
Want to cop a dino with
Just a nickel for later
I keep a heat for feuding
Got a cutie from Jamaica
They say her daddy and her uncle
Grow it by the acre
I wonder where it started
My need to blow trees?
Ever since a teen I would
Proceed to smoke weed
Fuck a punk job, I got a need for more cheese
Tell me, who's more addicted
Me or the dope fiend?
Niggas with no dreams let
Their nightmares kill them
I promised to never let the ghetto
Turn me into a victim
I swear there should be a law
Against living in this condition
Making it to 21 wasn't
Part of my premonition
But I did it, dro sack, lit it
Pulled my drawers down at the top of
The world and straight shit it
Told motherfuckers my flow was big business
(Outta your range)
I could make a nigga 10 digit's
(Niggas is lame)
All these niggas know is flip pigeons
Get bitches, keep a chopper
With an extension, bitchless
And I know I done did hella dirt
But niggas is out of line
These kids is getting murked for real
The shit hurt when I read it in the post
Made me want to vacate my city and get ghost
Tell my peeps and my folks
That I'm out this bitch
Fire up some killer
About to flow my way up out this shit
Cause I was raised in these goddamn streets
Plus I got much game, like my nigga Skrilla
Been puffing since I was 13
Mary Jane only dame keep a nigga sane
I break her down
Roll her up and smoke away the pain - mayne
Smoke away the pain
I'm looking in the paper man
There's dudes out there disrespecting
The game man
Running wild, killing these babies man
It ain't cool
Shouts out to Charlie Real, Jordan Hunt
A 4 month old, 23 month old getting killed
And their mothers, andrea Real, Gina Hunt
Rest in Peace to all y'all jazia Shaw
Another baby getting gunned down
At 15 months man (Rest in Peace)
For real man, in the streets
Y'all niggas gotta slow down
That shit for cowards bro
Rest in Peace to all them
Shout out to all my niggas
Jay Beedo, sky high, DJ
Rock, sky high, Skybox, sky high
My nigga OJ, smoke something, Ironwood
Sky high my nigga Roll
You know we stay sky high nigga
Rest in peace Boots!
Smoking and riding, the world is cold baby
Rest in Peace to Little Lord
All my niggas, Midwest, sky high
Something to ride to
You can get high to and lie to
Now you know like I know
I done blown every kind of do' you can blow
Regulator, mid-grade, stress to the dro
Then I went to Cali and I came upon
Some shit that go 800 to 0
King Kush, straight killer
That's how I refer to it
A pound ain't enough
You know I'ma burn through it
Then my niggas gone be stuck when
I put it in the air, mayne
14 grams in my drawers on the airplane
Smoke like I never smoked before
Green like I never seen before
Woke up and smoked the bud, sky high
(sky high)
Buds circulating like a Sunday paper
Break my Swisher with my thumb
Motherfuck a razor
Nigga you's a liar if you
Say it don't phase ya
That other kind of reefer can't get you
As high as I take ya take a hit of this, I
Call it down goes Fraizer
A clown don't pay ya
They come to my spot with minimal paper
Want to cop a dino with
Just a nickel for later
I keep a heat for feuding
Got a cutie from Jamaica
They say her daddy and her uncle
Grow it by the acre
I wonder where it started
My need to blow trees?
Ever since a teen I would
Proceed to smoke weed
Fuck a punk job, I got a need for more cheese
Tell me, who's more addicted
Me or the dope fiend?
Niggas with no dreams let
Their nightmares kill them
I promised to never let the ghetto
Turn me into a victim
I swear there should be a law
Against living in this condition
Making it to 21 wasn't
Part of my premonition
But I did it, dro sack, lit it
Pulled my drawers down at the top of
The world and straight shit it
Told motherfuckers my flow was big business
(Outta your range)
I could make a nigga 10 digit's
(Niggas is lame)
All these niggas know is flip pigeons
Get bitches, keep a chopper
With an extension, bitchless
And I know I done did hella dirt
But niggas is out of line
These kids is getting murked for real
The shit hurt when I read it in the post
Made me want to vacate my city and get ghost
Tell my peeps and my folks
That I'm out this bitch
Fire up some killer
About to flow my way up out this shit
Cause I was raised in these goddamn streets
Plus I got much game, like my nigga Skrilla
Been puffing since I was 13
Mary Jane only dame keep a nigga sane
I break her down
Roll her up and smoke away the pain - mayne
Smoke away the pain
I'm looking in the paper man
There's dudes out there disrespecting
The game man
Running wild, killing these babies man
It ain't cool
Shouts out to Charlie Real, Jordan Hunt
A 4 month old, 23 month old getting killed
And their mothers, andrea Real, Gina Hunt
Rest in Peace to all y'all jazia Shaw
Another baby getting gunned down
At 15 months man (Rest in Peace)
For real man, in the streets
Y'all niggas gotta slow down
That shit for cowards bro
Rest in Peace to all them
Shout out to all my niggas
Jay Beedo, sky high, DJ
Rock, sky high, Skybox, sky high
My nigga OJ, smoke something, Ironwood
Sky high my nigga Roll
You know we stay sky high nigga
Rest in peace Boots!
Smoking and riding, the world is cold baby
Rest in Peace to Little Lord
All my niggas, Midwest, sky high