text: Trying to stay in my zone
  Watching enemies close
  They be doing the most
  So I go through the motions
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Good head is my motivation
  Gas her up like a service station
  Purple drank on you perpetratin
  While you perpetrating, Im renegotiatin
  Ah, let me think about it
  Ah, its like a bank around me
  When the soldiers with me its like a tank around me
  And I dont like niggas saying caint around me
  I define the odds, 2 Glock nines is my body guards
  Aint nothing slick to a can of oil
  Roll up, Im high as fuck
  Some of you niggas aint try enough
  Some of you niggas aint buy enough
  You smoking good, put your lighters up
  Trying to stay in my zone
  Watching enemies close
  They be doing the most
  So I go through the motions
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  A nigga like me dont smoke blunts so I keep those joints in rotation
  Bad bitches calling the radio, keep my joints in rotation
  Keep throwing money on her ass, she keep that joint in rotation
  First Im in a car and then another car, I keep them joints in rotation
  And Im hella faded - getting elevated
  She give me them good brains - Im getting well educated
  Soon as them hoes see my car, they wanna jump right in
  If you see my crib, you would think I was Malibu Ken
  Pour a shot or two of gin, go and invite a few friends
  We done tried a few things now you tryna move in
  You aint gotta dude and so I got a few fans
  Im a roll a few grams and follow through with the plan
  Hold up
  Pour some gin in her cup - she taking shots
  Bend her down to the front - she taking shots
  Trying to stay in my zone
  Watching enemies close
  They be doing the most
  So I go through the motions
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  One more to get my lungs warm
  Two more to get me numb to it
  Let me tell you niggas
  Feel this, hell realize
  I gotta deodorize all the unsure
  Made millions with Shawn Corey
  Chief a lot, shout out Reese and them
  Shout out, Gleesh and and Lil Meatchi
  And peach Ciroc, cant see a nigga writing like an old sharpie
  Like a nigga out the globe, with a nigga throwed
  Like a cornerback in the flat, nigga in the zone
  Like an ornament on a tree, home in the tree
  How you gonna eat? Carnivores need beef
  Well I need beats
  Been doing this, been proving it
  Now these niggas give it up like they do at Lent
  I just be like Yep! then I get a rest
  Haters trying to fuck with me, give em nuts like a stewardess
  Ohhh, tryna stay in my zone
  I aint ready to go
  And I thought I was on
  Til I seen Puffy Combs
  Five blunts, nigga fired up
  Nigga might slide off with yall joint
  I got some later joints, and now joints
  I got emergency hoes, like firetrucks
  You a wannabe clone, you never authentic
  You never boss up, we never see yall out
  You be frontin too hard, you aint viagra
  You just wanna be hard til you see all us
  Ho
  Trying to stay in my zone
  Watching enemies close
  They be doing the most
  So I go through the motions
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts
  Five blunts in rotation, five blunts