Uh, hate ain't worth a dollar, and a lie ain't worth a cent, so
Who you workin' for, who you represent?
Hate ain't worth a dollar, and a lie ain't worth a cent, so
Who you workin' for, who you represent?

What if what you believe
Don't agree with what you perceive?
On a beach with bikinis, butt shots and lust
Havin' trust is a reach like Abdul Kareem
Life on your heels, a pair of Louboutins
Louboutins make good fuel for things
Project livin' good, main assistance
Knife on your sheath won't cut through the cheese
Made the blaze trails and cut through the leaves
Stuck to my dream, like, fuck you beneath
Missionary, it's a scary leap
Prison carry many burried seeds
Mother Mary, son done made a visionary
Had to kick her belly, see feet
Past is black and out of style
'Cause bound to style
Could put fruit upon family tree, preach

I keep some weed for all my visitors
I keep some drank too, too
They roll that leaf and slur their sentences
That shit be dank too
But what's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay for common sense
Or that grain we go against?
What's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay for common sense?
Incoming

"That's why I don't fuck with humans
Swear all I need is me, some tree, and you know
A little bit to sip on
And I know, a small dose is a poison
But I swear if I listened to people, I wouldn't have peace"

These niggas sound like the feds
Still there's a price on my head
For playing my position
Half of my heart been mislead
The other half give depression
But I halfway listen
Do-re-mi, faithfully
But lately I hate to see
The patience it be takin' me to sit still
Would it kill me to follow his will
Apologize, spoke too soon
Arrows aimin' at an open wound
Arrows aimin' at an open wound
December rain in the heart of June

I still got weed for all my visitors
I keep some drank too, too
We rolling leaf and slurring sentences
That shit be dank too
But what's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay for common sense
Or that grain we go against?
What's the price we pay for common sense?
What's the price we pay?

"It seem like
The more sane I try to be, the more insane I feel, but
The more I embrace how different I am
The more everything makes sense"

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Writer(s): Daniel Farris, Jairus Mozee, Sir Darryl Farris