Bm7               E9
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
      D/A                       Gm6/Bb
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
          Bm7                E9
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
          D/A                Gm6/Bb
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Bm7               E9
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
      D/A                       Gm6/Bb
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
          Bm7                E9
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
          D/A                Gm6/Bb
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

                            
[Verse 1]
Bm7                E9                                     
Okie dokie, alkie, keep it low-key like Thor lil' bro
   D/A                    Gm6/Bb                        
Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi
      Bm7          E9                            
Wiley up off peyote, wilin' like that coyote
    D/A          Gm6/Bb                                 
If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie
Bm7                   E9                             
Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie
       D/A                 Gm6/Bb                               
I just opened up the pack, in an hour I'll ash my lucky
  Bm7                                
Tonight she just yelling "Fuck me"
E9                                     
Two weeks she'll be yelling "Fuck me"
     D/A                                Gm6/Bb                                 
Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie
          Bm7                 E9                                   
And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me
      D/A                    Gm6/Bb                                  
Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me
      Bm7              E9                                 
Oh, generation above me, I know you still remember me
        D/A                     Gm6/Bb                                          
My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting, blam

                             
[Chorus 1]
Bm7               E9                          
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
      D/A                       Gm6/Bb                                
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
          Bm7                E9                    
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
          D/A                Gm6/Bb          
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
Bm7               E9                                      
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank (Innanet)
      D/A                       Gm6/Bb                                
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
          Bm7                E9                                    
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
          D/A                Gm6/Bb                              
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Innanet)
                
(Kisses, kisses)

                    
[Verse 2]
       Bm7                                    E9       
I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale
                                          D/A                        
Everywhere that I go, everywhere, they be asking how's it going
               Gm6/Bb                                        
Say the going's well, go figure, Victor's light skinned
Bm7                             E9                                
Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God
                 D/A                     Gm6/Bb       
God knows he's a pro, he's a pro like COINTEL
                            Bm7                 
Check, checkmate, check me, take me to the bedroom
                 E9                     
Like she know me well, I mean normally
              D/A                             Gm6/Bb         
You see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil
                                    Bm7    
But these kids these days, they get so high
                       E9                                       
Burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit
                    D/A              Gm6/Bb
Shit-faced, faced it, 15 hits on this L
                                  Bm7     
Elevated, train, and the craziest thing
                           E9                                    
Got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated
D/A                                   Gm6/Bb                
Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it
                                     
Probably shoulda been dead or in jail
Bm7                          E9       
Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz
                                      
Asshole, absinthe, thumpin' that glass
D/A                              Gm6/Bb            
Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong
                                         
Rip, brain-dead, take a tug and then pass

       
[Bridge]
Bm7             E9          
I think we all addicted
        D/A           Gm6/Bb          
Yeah, I think we all addicted
                 Bm7           E9                
Really though, I think we all addicted (Yah)
  D/A           Gm6/Bb          
I think we all addicted

                     
[Chorus 2]
Bm7               E9                                
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
      D/A                  Gm6/Bb                                  
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
          Bm7                E9                     
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
  D/A           Gm6/Bb                        
I think we all addicted (Kisses, kisses)
Bm7               E9                                
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
      D/A                  Gm6/Bb                                  
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
          Bm7                E9                     
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
          D/A                Gm6/Bb                   
I miss my cocoa butter kisses

                 
[Verse 3]
                                          Bm7                    
I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter, juicy
E9                                   
Used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi
                   D/A                        
Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie
Gm6/Bb                                       
I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi
         Bm7                            
You see, I be still a God but a goofy
E9                                    
You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi
           D/A                                          Gm6/Bb       
That's the dual principle, sometimes I'ma be about some hoes
                                 
Sometimes I'ma wanna make a movie
            Bm7                                   E9             
And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson (Yeah)
                            
And though my style freakish
                         D/A                                    Gm6/Bb       
I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron
                                                  
'Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG
Bm7                                    E9                    
Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope, see (What?)
                                              D/A                      
Never scared of mean spirits, methamphetamine lyrics
                                Gm6/Bb       
Cooler like I'm off of codeine, low key
                             Bm7                      
Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing
                    E9          
If I don't know what I miss is
                                       
I'ma end up figuring out that it's home
       D/A                                  Gm6/Bb           
And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses
                                          Bm7         
This is just a testament to the ones that raised me
                               E9        
The ones that I praise and I'm thanking
                                               
I need 'em but the chronic all up in my clothes
      D/A                                                
And I wanna get a hug, and I can't 'cause I'm stanking
                    Gm6/Bb              
Never too old for a spanking, IGH!

                     
[Outro]
Bm7               E9                           
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank
      D/A                  Gm6/Bb                                    
I got burn holes in my memories, my homies think it's dank
          Bm7                E9                                    
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
  D/A                  Gm6/Bb                        
I think we all addicted (Kisses, kisses)
Bm7               E9                               
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
      D/A                       Gm6/Bb                                
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
       Bm7                  E9                                 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
          D/A               Gm6/Bb                                 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses (Kisses, kisses)
Bm7               E9                               
Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank
      D/A                       Gm6/Bb                                
I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank
       Bm7                   E9                                 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses
          D/A                Gm6/Bb                                 
I miss my cocoa butter kisses