I love to set myself straight by kickin back, relaxing, and...

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Born in Boston, raised in Boston
I will forever remain faithful to Boston
I thank you my Boston, I thank you Southie
Ya been my home, can't picture you without me
I'm reacting to beats, just reacting to keys
Hit the note right, just lighting my trees
And if you please you can hit it, lemme kick it
And we can go a great distance in a Boston fitted
And we can get it, as often as we like
I need that Buddah in me, if I'mma grace a mic
I need a fine bi***, I need a grape Dutch
I need a light quick, I need Mary's touch
And she need me, I made her who she be
She ain't hit the big time till she ride me
It burns so good, it goes down crisp
I got that La La, and ya'll want hits

I'm Sick and I'm the boss of your boss
What the f*** you want from me, cept for taking a loss?
I grind and I floss, and my crackas do too
Yeah they my crackas homie, what that make you?
Ohhhh...wee, that's a crazy thing
I got that haze homie, so you gon' need to bring
A wrap or a Dutch, I'm breakin it up
Spitting mad game, while grippin that butt
I'm white and I bust, black slang very much
I was raised here too man, so I don't give a f***
I give a beating, if its going to that
And in the evening, I'm zoning off that
Stack in the bag, don't open the window
We tryin to fishbowl these flames like a Pinto
We get so high, you know that I
Just gotta sing my praises while I'm in the sky

So what you got, lil pusher, what you got?
I need Mary, weed, herb, Buddah or pot
Whatever the f*** you wanna call it, call it
I'mma get high as a muv' and free fall it
That's that Green Monster, thas Big Papi
That's the Purple People Eating Muthaf***a, spot me
In the back with a piece or a blunt
Shot-gunning bi***es, while I just continue to stunt
And this is Beantown, you know Boston
Plenty of ways to re-up and keep flossing
I'm a Sick man, but weed just got me right
I could be comatose, get shot-gunned at night
And I'mma be up, nurses button pushed
Lookin for the lunch menu and a ounce of the kush
Doc's can't explain, but Sick can bring
A new understanding, blunted out, tryin to sing