Is there any mix on this shit?
I don't even need no mix on this shit
I ain't got problems with the man, it's just like...
Fuck you dawg!!
Oh shit!
You can tell Mr. Baron, i'm still smoking
I'm still high
You can tell Mr. Baron, i'm still smoking
I'm still high
They had me kicked out of the whole city,
And you never spoke on my behalf or showed pity
The 8 of us students were the only victims
And the school district acting like
They were ripped out of 8th grade at 14, with me
You made me feel like a criminal. I was a kid
You made me feel like a criminal. I was a kid
Fuck ya'll. that's why I've never felt guilty for what I did
I take back every fake apology
My father couldn't speak to me for weeks
You made him believe I lost the heart in me
A drug lord, a banger, a violent juvenile,
Lived in the room, right across from his now
That's both sons
Mom and Dad you should really be thanking Paul for smoking me out
Cause I had been hitting up gang members to get me high before he did
Took the blame to keep me safe, while we breathed in
Stole my first eighth so I didn't get deep in
Didn't yelled at me, after I ratted him out
Never was hurt as everyone else
He knew that I was just a child
He was keeping me safe as much as he knew how
I love you, bro bro
Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow
You can tell Mr. Baron, i'm still smoking
I'm still high
You can tell Mr. Baron, i'm still smoking
I'm still high
I don't forgive him
You can tell Mr. Baron, i'm still smoking
You can tell him, I'm still high
You can tell Mr. Baron, i'm still smoking
I'm still high
Ya'll had a restraining order
I couldn't be within 50 feet of any city school
For the rest of the quarter
Mama had to drive me an hour to get to school
And check in with my PO
I'm POed. All this for an eighth of weed,
Acting like I was selling coke by the kilo
100s of hours of community service
Drug tested every week
Forced into therapy
That shit is legal now. I deserve an apology
There's a lot of us who deserve apologies,
There's a lot of us behind bars,
Others make millions off this potted leaf
The imprisoned where selling it just to get out of poverty
Honestly I ain't been petty or bitter,
Fuck acting bigger,
Many are dying for few to thrive,
And every new weed spot on the block acts as a trigger,
So next time you see him, next time you see him
You can tell
You can tell Mr. Baron, i'm still smoking
I'm still high
You can tell Mr. Baron, i'm still smoking
I'm still high
I don't forgive him
You can tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell
You can tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell
I'm still high (I'm still high)
I don't forgive him (I can't forgive him)
You can tell Mr. Baron, I'm still smoking
I'm still high