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Ease your mind a lil' bit, ease your mind
Light up that blunt, light up that motherfuckin' blunt
Let back that sunroof, let back your shit, man

This that shit that we ride to, this that shit that we vibe to
This that shit that we get high to, that gangsta music, nigga
And you can try but you ain't Lil' Boosie, nigga, no, no

Bad bitches got you feelin' great
Looked at my CEO, like CEO let's get this cake
Baby, I hit the stage and hoes go crazy
A playa mate, all my hoes got Jordan skills, they fade away

I hit da mally-mall, throwback after throwback
Everybody want to take pictures, they like, “Damn, you Mr. Kodak” Smoke comin' out my sunroof, a nigga shinin'
Nigga love gettin' pussy, nigga love rockin' diamonds

If you got kids in this world, nigga, handle your business
And you don't need no nigga, be independent
It's murder, murder, niggaz beefin', niggaz slangin' iron
I keep that purple purp to ease my mind tonight

Smoking on purple, ease my mind
This that shit that we get high to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your 9
This that shit that we ride to, yeah

Smoking on purple, ease my mind
This that shit that we get high to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your 9
This that shit that we ride to, yeah

I know the game, I know the street
I got the raps, you got the beats
And we gon' lay it down real sweet
So y'all can ride, head bobbin' side to side
I don't want shit from my fans but this feel a real nigga vibe

When you down and out, don't nobody trust ya
But when you got bread, it seems like everybody love ya
It's still fucked up, man, in certain cases
Look, they still racist, I can see it on them bitches' faces

That's why I'm smokin' and laughin', I got my grind on
They don't feel my struggle, they think my mind gone
That's why it's murder, murder, kill, kill on the corner
These lil' niggaz got big pistols, ready to put it on ya

So when you die, you might as well be high
Is it Heaven or Hell or is it all a lie?
That's why I smoke purple on Monday, purple on Tuesday
2 blocks cops, so they don't blues me and I'm

Smoking on purple, ease my mind
This that shit that we get high to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your 9
This that shit that we ride to, yeah

Smoking on purple, ease my mind
This that shit that we get high to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your 9
This that shit that we ride to, yeah

Smokin' on that doja, I done got a bag for cheap
Nigga eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat
Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
This shit must got somethin' in it
Nigga slipped some crack on me

Ain't no crack up in the windows, I can barely even breathe
Got me fumblin' and trippin', almost passed the blunt to C
Got it cloudy in the Bentley, nigga squintin', tryin' to see
Late, don't know what time it is but I know it's time to eat

Ridin' dirty while we ridin' dirty, know how that shit be
One day you're here and next day you gone on repeat
With that 9 up in my reach, right now dyin' ain't for me
Man, this pine got me sleepy but I'm too high to go to sleep

Bustin' odor when you rollin', potent as it 'posed to be
And we rollin', I'm smokin' them back to back consistently
Keep movin' dutches fillys, your seals to swisher sweets
Young Savage don't really care, just put that shit up in the air

Smoking on purple, ease my mind
This that shit that we get high to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your 9
This that shit that we ride to, yeah

Smoking on purple, ease my mind
This that shit that we get high to, yeah
It's murder, murder, murder, gotta keep your 9
This that shit that we ride to, yeah