I'm rollin' weed up in the shed of Radaghost the Ghastly Grey

When I die, cremate me, let my ashes flow through the ashtray

I roll big wood, the price of what you smokin', it ain't that

I just need to know the ticket on the shrooms, where the caps at?

High as hell, layin' in the woods, I just had an epiphany

It's fifty-four dollars for the eighth, fifty-nine-fifty

A lot of rappers in the game really ain't what they pretend to be

You runnin' off with fake scripts, boy, you a fuckin' tweaker

I'll have your face up on a shirt, a sneaker, or a pair of jeans

Let your people try me, they'll be floatin' up a pair of wings

Ain't no fair ones, boy, my dog ain't playin' fair with me

You lucky I'm in a good mood and I been tryin' therapy

I've been doin' shit that I shouldn't, I was raised on it

I'm a motherfuckin' paper addict, I'll put pain on you

I got them cards in my hands and I ain't playin' with you

We puttin' all the blunts in the air, this a big missile

I'm rollin' weed up in the shed of Radaghost the Ghastly Grey

When I die, cremate me, let my ashes flow through the ashtray

I roll big wood, the price of what you smokin', it ain't that

I just need to know the ticket on the shrooms, where the caps at?

I'm rollin' weed up in the shed of Radaghost the Ghastly Grey

When I die, cremate me, let my ashes flow through the ashtray

I roll big wood, the price of what you smokin', it ain't that

I just need to know the ticket on the shrooms, where the caps at?