Ain’ lit yet.

but smell what I needed.

Room too loud

so I dipped

in my chest first.

breathe in the feelin...

yeah...

Blunt still fat,

but I hold it like a maybe.

Ain’ nun burnin,

the day feel lazy.

She askin questions

I don’ got names for.

Ion name smoke.

It speak for itself

when you breathe right, like

last time I sparked

it pulled me in,

made my tongue forget

what I was gon' pretend.

Folls say "pressure"...

then dey hit it wrong.

I hit slow,

and let it talk first.

Ain’ lit yet.

I’m still gone.

Ion pass nun

less it kno home.

Ain’ lit yet.

I been dere.

Leaf talk slick

when the vibe bare.

Ion need no flame

to get warm.

Ain’ lit yet,

but still let go.

Wood don’ even spark,

but my chest say “peace.”

Ion need no pull

to let that shit release.

She keep talkin fast

like the vibe on clock.

I blink once.

She still don’t stop.

A lotta

Niggas reach smoke

don’ sit long wit it.

See ion trust loud lungs.

Real heads sip dis leaf.

See ion press it....

it roll how it sit.

I rolled for the weight

that silence bring when it hit.

yea...

Ain’ lit yet.

I’m still gone.

Ion pass nun

Ain’ lit yet:

I am bare...

Leaf talk slick

and the vibe dere...

mmh-mmh-mhh

yeah yeah

yeah-hee.yeah-hee-yeah-yeah

Ain’ lit yet...