Mikey Monday - Chronicles of Indica Lyrics

Uh, unhuh
Chyea
Maybe I should Smoke some Marijuana now, woo
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
No matter where I go, they won't stop the hatin'
We come thru keep the ganja blazin'
Higher learning rebel be my occupation
Come with heavy bars like incarceration
Cross me and get buried Kyrie Eleison
Written in the stars, check the constellation
Chronicles of indica, my revelation
More weed smoke, less altercation
Everybody love me like my name is Raymond
Salute is how I show 'em my appreciation
Grip it then I cut it like ex-relations
The reason never needed no explanations
F*ck a pillow talk and long conversation
Get straight to the point like an exclamation
Scribble then erase them
Tell 'em breezies all to beat it like a base drum
I'mma hustle 'till my day come
Never one to ever have to worry 'bout the income
Weighed on me heavy, fire burnin' all the hate and
Rollin' up the indica, lighter then we blaze one
(Lick shots)
No matter where I go, they won't stop the hatin'
We come thru keep the ganja blazin'
Higher learning rebel be my occupation
Come with heavy bars like incarceration
Cross me and get buried Kyrie Eleison
Written in the stars, check the constellation
Chronicles of indica, my revelation
More weed smoke, less altercation
The names Mike, the flow's all switched, finna take this
Makeshift moment to portray my greatness
One blood, hustle DNA up in my platelets
Tough love, feelin' like LeBron on the Lakers
Paycheques, I wheel fortunes Pat Sajack
Stay strapped, cops roll up, I won't say jack
Face Facts, still push weight, that's how I stay jacked
Off a quarter key I cut and pocketed like eight stacks
Err'body at my table eating, get a placemat
Lost a couple niggas 'till this day, I can't replace that
Lost a couple figures in this game, to some fake cat
Chronicles of indica, the shotty's got a kick back
No matter where I go, they won't stop the hatin'
We come thru keep the ganja blazin'
Higher learning rebel be my occupation
Come with heavy bars like incarceration
Cross me and get buried Kyrie Eleison
Written in the stars, check the constellation
Chronicles of indica, my revelation
More weed smoke, less altercation