Lyrics:

So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand
Then I palm trees
So when you throw shade, it can never harm me
So when you throw shade, it can never harm me


So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand
Then I palm trees
So when you throw shade, it can never harm me
So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

Lions don't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep
On the road to the riches, money sticking to my cleats
I am moi, magnifique, skin noir, Darky Meech
Niggas with the most opinions usually have the least
It's funny how now rappers be on they druggy shit
Downloaded my tape, sat back, studied shit
Acid pack a hundred hits, shrooms, caps and hash bricks
Trippy like that Destiny Child shit, on 106
This white bitch had the fucking nerve to call me a nigga
When she the one paying the surgeon for her lips to get bigger
Do you get the bigger picture, cheated back with my nigga
You sneak dissing, taking jabs, get your boxing on
'Cause you ain't get the word, I'm Glock Lesnar in the octagon
This shit is straight absurd
Do not hate me 'cause your life is shitty
I show no pity you turd, you better off in the dirt
Now you better off dead, like the title of my work

So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand
Then I palm trees
So when you throw shade, it can never harm me
So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

Every day me and Mary Jane
You might say I'm addicted but me, I'm truly lifted
Stoned so loud, you can hear me in the crowd
Smoking girl scout, sour by the ounce
Mary never cheat me
Mary not a backstabbing bitch that'll lie and deceive me
Spread it even, even
Hash wax in the evening
Dabble, die trying, on the road to Zion
Damn, they try and stick me for my paper
They tryna take me under, I've seen it through the vapors
Jealous ones killed envy, got a couple real with me
And my bitch, will talk some shit and smoke the kill with me
Meech will hide the body, enough of that though
They saying talk is cheap, so I'll be smiling when we meet
They screaming zombie out in England
But I'm on the block with Mary, pushing and dreaming
I'm feeling myself
Dizzle, fo' shizzle my nizzle spitting riddles on instrumentals
Trippy life, blotted it in the night
Feel my appetite, feel my appetite

So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand
Then I palm trees
So when you throw shade, it can never harm me
So when you throw shade, it can never harm me

Could be your mans or be your fan or be your kin
Pay your dues, man, I gotta choose whether I lose or win this for a friend
Can't determine the difference
The instance they see you peaking, they pussy leaking fluid
My nigga, what is you doing, all black in the back of a Buick
I'm proving I'm sadistic and sinning as I'm making murderous music
We don't rep the same things, no, don't bother confuse it
So much stressing on my brain, momma think I'mma lose it
Human vagabond, hoes that store they panties in my carry on
Why you hating niggas acting nonchalant
Honest bro, fuck your publications that say I'm a third wheel
Architect, blow your mind, set stress but won't squeal
Oh, yes, I smoke kill, I'm crack, you smoke krills
I pack, you dope deal, in fact, I'm so chill
I'm never off the pivot, six stitches to your image
Not offended when you call me genius
All that means is

So much grams, unzip the bag
Dip in my hand
Then I palm trees
So when you throw shade, it can never harm me
So when you throw shade, it can never harm me