House In The Mountain 2 (feat. Muelas de Gallo, Dee, Yoga Fire, Fntxy and Phul King Fu)

Stripes and smokes on Mondays, umm?
How common is it? How much do you consume?
I tell myself in the mirror as my mouth goes numb
And that guy answers, ok boomer
Obviously I know I don't need it
But I get soft when the little paper comes out
And there I am messing up, doing coke
Adventures in diapers more stoned than Carlitos

It starts for fun
And feeds on ambition
For pleasure, for the fair
Respect and for action
At all times a decision is made
Some give you the best
Others send you to prison
I had a buddy
Who took it for a while
He could do it for longer
He hit the white and it was over
Although green is its color
Its market is black bro
Not everything is love and peace in the smoke of your bong

Fuck the cops, I'm distributing the little bags on the bike
They know I have the best weed and there's no other
I don't make a big deal
I don't like to raise dust
But I know very well
Which palm tree has coconuts
I also know how the water moves
Dirty money comes easy
Easy it runs out
It doesn't matter if you have the light
It goes out and you end up the same, at zero, with nothing

I wasn't dead or partying, I was in the trap
Of the smoke that traps me, the weed is not so holy
When death is white
I feel it attacking me
Quickly it suffocates me heavy as a rock
I don't go up to the clouds, I feel like crap like you every Monday
Asshole don't doubt it everything has two sides
So man up if you feel weird things, man up

I think it was 2003, they were on their way to a rave
Mostly kids tripping
First time (eh)
They had the cooler full, tequila and beer
Plus several nails in the sole and in the trunk
What do they see, a checkpoint, they're gonna twist them
They say stop hey, the feds get them down
They found several troubles that had nothing to do
And now their parents, lose thousands
At the MP

Hell yeah, I got my family out selling drugs
I still remember the aroma and here
They have me now
How people change
I owe another year in the shadows
Now my girl throwing herself around
I know my son hates me, my mom cries every day
The ground was hot
Here the bad guy eats the good ones
Out there we don't know each other, don't finish it the street is poison