(Intro — distorted, pitched-down)
Yeah…
Money on my mind, Bay up in my veins…
Smoke in the sky like it’s calling my name…
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(Verse 1 — gritty, sliding 808s)
I been stackin’ up the paper, that’s a day-to-day mission,
Homies posted in the back while the bass drum kickin’.
Too many snakes in the grass, so the blade stay swingin’,
If the opps slide through, whole block start ringin’.
I ain’t worried ‘bout a hater, they just talk then vanish,
I been chillin’ in the fog, where the real ones manage.
In the Bay where the game got a different type of grammar,
Whole squad lit up, feel the room go hammer.
Blow smoke in the air, let it peel off slow,
Inhale all the pain, exhale what I know.
Never care ‘bout nothin’ but the fam and the goal,
Got the green in my lungs help me lighten my soul.
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(Hook — bouncy, simple, hypnotic)
Money make the world spin, homies keep the world real,
Snakes never slide in, we gon’ make ‘em all chill.
Ops tryna pop out, but they never do shit —
I stay lit, stay lifted, stay gone, stay rich.
Mary Jane take the stress, let it drift far away,
From the bay to the bay, always reppin’ where I stay.
If they talk, let ‘em talk — we ain’t hearin’ what they say,
We just vibin’, we just ridin’, blowin’ smoke every day.
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(Verse 2 — darker, more experimental)
I been floatin’ off the haze, mind twistin’ like a cassette,
Old school soul in a new school flex.
Every move I make heavy like a bassline threat,
Heart ice-cold, but my vibe stay blessed.
Never fold to the pressure, never flinch at the eyes,
Seen too many turn fake, too many live lies.
But my homies stay solid like the earth and the tides,
If I ride, then they ride — that’s the code we abide.
Got demons in my rearview tryin’ to reroute fate,
But the smoke in my chest keep my spirit awake.
Let the weight of the world burn slow in my brain,
While I drift through the night with my girl Mary Jane.
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(Hook — extended)
Money make the world spin, homies keep the world real,
Snakes never slide in, we gon’ make ‘em all chill.
Ops tryna creep up, but they never do shit —
I stay lit, stay lifted, stay calm, stay slick.
Mary Jane take the stress, let it float in the breeze,
All my worries disappear when she drop to her knees.
From the bay, from the bay, where the movement don’t fade,
And we never give a fuck what a weak hater say.
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(Outro — atmospheric, reverb-heavy)
Green cloud halo, levitatin’ off the pain,
Mind free, soul free — all thanks to Mary Jane…
Yeah… we don’t care… we don’t fold…
We just build… we just grow…
Fuck what the haters think…
And to All the People Praying on my Downfall…
Karmas a Bitch and you’ll get yours…
ReapEternal
