text: Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
  Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
  Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
  I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think its dank
  I miss my cocoa butter kisses
  I miss my cocoa butter kisses
  Okie dokie, alchy, keep it low-key like Thor, lil bro
  Or hell go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
  Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
  If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie
  Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
  I just opened up the pack, in an hour, Ill ash my lucky
  She just yelling Fuck me
  Two weeks, shell be yelling, Fuck me
  Tonight, she yelling, Fuck me
  Two weeks, shell be yelling, Fuck me
  Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
  And Chuck E. Cheeses pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
  Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
  Oh, generation above me, yeah, I know you still remember me
  Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
  Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
  I will smoke a little something but I dont inhale
  Everywhere that I go, everywhere they be asking hows it going
  Say the going gets well, go figure, Victors light skinned
  Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God
  God knows hes a pro, hes a pro like COINTEL
  Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom
  Let me know me well, I mean normally
  You see Norma Jean wouldnt kick it with Farmer Phil
  But these kids these days, they get so high
  Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, til they cant feel
  Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
  Rap Bill Bellamy, they shoulda never made it
  Probably been dead or in jail
  Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz
  Asshole, absinthe up in that glass
  Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong
  Were brain dead, take a tug and then pass, then pass
  I think we all addicted
  I think we all addicted, yeah
  I think we all addicted
  I think we all addicted
  Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
  Cigarettes on cigarettes, cigarettes on cigarettes
  Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
  I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think its dank
  I miss my cocoa butter kisses
  I miss my cocoa butter kisses
  Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
  I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think its dank
  Cocoa butter kisses, I miss my cocoa butter kisses, yeah