Haze - Nines, Fundz

Shout outs to all my crop circles niggas, innit

Hit me up, you know how it is, we trade flavors and shit

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke but that was just a phase

Used to be broke but that was just a phase

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke but that was just a phase

Used to be broke but that was just a phase

Them niggas ain’t getting money that’s why they reminiscing

Me and Pebs on the M Way doin hella missions

I know I charted fam I should be on the television

Jazzy told me stop trappin' but I never listen

I ain’t hard to find I’m always on the block

No iPhones when we walk into my spot

20 something lights, can’t afford for this to flop

Wish don’t compare the market they’d insurance on the crop

If you see my crop house you’d be amazed

Walkin' through my crops like walkin' through a maze

And I just booked some flights for the whole team

Wakin up to head I feel like Moe Greene

So I ain’t shottin' white or brown

The Ice City got Gelato by the pound

I’m used to re-upping in Amsterdam

Now these packs come from San Fran

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke but that was just a phase

Used to be broke but that was just a phase

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke but that was just a phase

Used to be broke but that was just a phase

My pinkie ring weighs three ounce of gold

Flawless diamonds in my mouth I’m cookin down to foke

Imma arrogant prick nigga now you know

I shoot you in your face then I walk around and smoke

She said she can’t feel her face sniffin down my coke

She said she wants a couple gram to move down her nose

Real plastic bitch, fake titties, round and cold

When I’m drivin in my whip she got me down her throat

Nobody tells me nuttin cuz I’m that official nor I’m selling crack cocaine and

I’m slappin missiles

When I pull up in the Benz niggas know its me

Crime scene in my hands cuz everybody knows we G’s

RIP the dash brands yeah they know its beef

Better plan the funerals, prayer beads and rosaries

Lock me up but they know they couldn’t hold the G

Bust up, soon as I touchdown I own these streets

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke but that was just a phase

Used to be broke but that was just a phase

I got rich off the corner selling haze

I got rich off the corner selling haze

Used to be broke but that was just a phase

Used to be broke but that was just a phase