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Sir Rapper Weed (ft. Boogie)
The roll our continues. For those of you who have been waiting on pins and needles for Top Dawg Entertainment to release another one, here it is. The California-based label kicked of “Fan Appreciation Week” days ago, delivering a string of singles that fans have been eating up. We’ve already received a track from Ab-Soul, two singles from R&B crooner Zacari, a barrage of bars from Isaiah Rashad, and now TDE dropped off some heat by SiR.
“Rapper Weed” is a vibe that features additional vocals by Boogie and is dripping with a Southern California sound. The Inglewood artist has been steadily making waves in the industry with his last project, Chasing Summer, arriving last August. It’s always good to hear new tunes coming from the TDE camp, so we have no complaints.
SiR – Rapper Weed (ft. Boogie) (prod. SiR)
Lyrics
[Verse 1: SiR]
Clear skies, white walls
Sunset in my rearview as the night falls
Listenin’ to old Kanye feelin’ like new Kanye (Hey-hey-hey)
My life in harmony like two Wanyás (Okay)
I shouldn’t have to tell you that I been here
This is not a gimmick, please don’t push me to my limit
I be gettin’ tired of bein’ friendly (Tired of bein’ friendly)
I go hard until my tank is empty (‘Til my tank is empty)
I’m not really into competition, no
Hatin’ me won’t ever get you mentioned, oh
I stay in my lane, oh, I stay in my lane
I be drivin’ new terrain but my view never change
[Chorus: SiR & Boogie]
Lil’ mama fly as a plane, she got that G5, yeah
Thoughts of me droppin’ the top, don’t make me hand her the whip
All we been smokin’ is guilt, she ’bout to roll up again
But we ain’t even gettin’ high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain’t even gettin’ high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain’t even gettin’ high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain’t even gettin’ high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain’t even gettin’ high no more (Yo, yo, aw man, shit)
[Verse 2: Boogie]
She keep on askin’ me, “Why that blunt still ain’t went out?” Uh
You lose your patience, say, “Fuck it, just put that shit out”
And lately we both ain’t been out, been hidin’ up in our consciousness
Try to tell me, “Be moderate,” shit, we boostin’ our tolerance, uh
Let’s smoke the papers, that red-eye fade ’til we know the pages, uh
Let’s know the matrix that hide the truth, we not in it, face it
Runnin’ through your days with no steady pace and fool, you racin’
To your own demise, we ain’t finna make it, I keep on sayin’, uh
I call, you call, both calls get missed, yeah, uh
Won’t call you back, I text you pics, yeah, uh
I keep the roach, I smoke the tips
I hurt my thumb, I burn my lips and shit
I need to smoke to be straight, I gotta get me some bands
I cop the eighth like every day, borrow that shit from my mans
‘Til I forgot to go pay, he told me, “Never again”
Now I ain’t even gettin’ high no more
[Chorus: SiR]
Lil’ mama fly as a plane, she got that G5, yeah
Thoughts of me droppin’ the top, don’t make me hand her the whip
All we been smokin’ is guilt, she ’bout to roll up again
But we ain’t even gettin’ high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain’t even gettin’ high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain’t even gettin’ high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain’t even gettin’ high no more, uh-uh
Nah, we ain’t even gettin’ high no more
