The past which you carry in your purse is a gift and a curse when you goin' head first.
Diss me and you'll never hear a reply for it
The inside of my wallet is pasture(past your) green.
Yesterday when we were getting high, you were invited. You woulda liked it.
Imma sip until I feel it, Imma smoke until it's done.
Knowledge is pain that's why it hurts to know.