When I talk, I ain't got a filter
And these blunts that I spark, they simmer
And you ain't never met nobody realer (promise)
My life resembles a thriller (problems)
So I ain't got a filter
When I talk, when I walk
Smoke Phillies
Do I cough? Yeah a lot
No gimmicks
If you fuckin wit me then stop
I'm real business
Building from the ground to the top
Only filter in the Philly if it's hot
Does Flowzus have a filter? Evidently he does not
I just say whatever sounds amazing in my cadence
I just need a bit of purple haze baby, just the basics
I just need a big wav, talking tsunami, god damnit
I'm a nice guy but you know I gotta speak candid
Lemme talk a bit of shit, let me make it real clear
We made 8 tracks better than most of their careers
So this is diesel extended, and flow be rapping like Beckham
I take a trend and I bend it, I spit a verse and offend em
I got no filter I'm organic, I know they see me
I got my music on more planets than aliens be
And there's so many damn clouds, I'm a little too fly
I'm like Icarus, I'm picking out sunburnt seeds
Heard they caught my rhymes and got a little too high
It's like my bars are coming out the same jar as my weed
When I talk, I ain't got a filter
And these blunts that I spark, they simmer
And you ain't never met nobody realer (promise)
My life resembles a thriller (problems)
So I ain't got a filter
When I talk, when I walk
Smoke Phillies
Do I cough? Yeah a lot
No gimmicks
If you fuckin wit me then stop
I'm real business
Building from the ground to the top
Flowzus told me spit sixteen bars about weed
I said no problem, I got more candy than local dispensaries
Lit Man T, I'm your medicine man, A to the zee
I meant zed, Oh Canada, we smoking strong and we growing it free
Better know that it's me
Eyes so squinty you can barely see out the window
There's so much smoke that it billows
I'm speeding swerving leaving all the talking for the pillow
I choke her when we fuck, so if I die she a white widow
No I can't be distracted, did he say bars our ounces?
Packin a pound of the Jack Herer, in the back of the black
Wait, hold up, relax I'm stopping at that, I've got way to much to lose
Don't use moldy flows in my rap I only keep the freshest stacked
Speaking with no filter I'm tryin not to say something dumb
Smoking weed to slow me down, though I'm Russian, sorry mum
Just rolled the freshest cabbage, so I got it sticking to my thumbs
Chiefing whole blunts with no filters, I got green up in my gums (that's money)
When I talk, I ain't got a filter
And these blunts that I spark, they simmer
And you ain't never met nobody realer (promise)
My life resembles a thriller (problems)
So I ain't got a filter
When I talk, when I walk
Smoke Phillies
Do I cough? Yeah a lot
No gimmicks
If you fuckin wit me then stop
I'm real business
Building from the ground to the top