Hook:
Now put your drinks in the air and throw your joints in the sky
And everybody follow with me if you're feelin' alright
I'm feelin' alright (yeah I'm feelin' alright!)
I said I'm feelin' alright (hell yeah I'm feelin' alright!)
Now If your first love is music and you know it's your life
Then throw your hands up high, that's if you're fiendin' tonight
I said I'm fiendin' tonight (yeah I'm fiendin' tonight!)
Ya'll know I'm fiendin' tonight (hell yeah I'm fiendin' tonight!)

Verse 1:
My fingers are weed grinders
Don't leave a single trace of kief behind, yes we higher
Than other cats lumberjacks of medical strains max
Kick it on a bean bag, pass me some Green Crack
Now please believe I need my beatpad and my weedsack
A skeetbag that I can freak fast, I need that, like fiends need crack
Now react to a blast of pure dope straight from the Klinik
My ass will rap laps around actors that get cast every minute
Wanna play that role, sell their soul all for an image
That they ain't living, ain't that the definition of a gimmick?
Tell these cats that they're finished, cuz I'm comin' to get them
I sicken women and children when I step in the building
When I start up my engine and I embark on the mission
Minions of rappers will listen like it was a tradition
Like I was a religion, if you don't follow my vision
Then I'll continue spittin' until the room glistens with crimson
Blood, I'm hittin' nugs, your bitch in her linens
Sippin' Pabst Blue Ribbon, cookin' food in my kitchen
This the life that I'm living, must be one in a billion
Most rappers wanna act like soldiers when they're really civilians, I'm willing
To let the truth be exposed, my duty to flow
Is crucial just cuz I know most of these crews are some hoes
Now that's the reason why I'm grippin' the mic
So put your hands up high, now are you fiendin' tonight?

Hook x2

Verse 2 (R-Juna):
Come on y'all, put your cups up as high as your mindstate
Me and Mef increase the rhyme rate, combine and create
To make moves on tracks, drink brews and blaze sacks
Decap whack cats with the wax
Get my hip hop fix over snares and kicks
Klinik provides the dose, let's get high and toast
To those that past on this mic I blast on
Word to cats blazin' up and gettin' their smash on
Yo run it back Sean I'm fiendin' for the beat
Get my Steve Nash on, my enemies need defeat
My ear to the street with a spliff to my lips
While rappers just yap about their whips and their chips
So I grip mics, fly like kites
Put in work, built with the flow, and grow like lights
I focused on the lyrics, and mastered delivery
Lay a track down, fill up a glass and roll a B
Then I vibe on some I-and-I shit
Drift in the music, but never abuse it
Raw's all I do with this mic that I hold
And at my show a J it too just might get rolled
So put some drink in your cup and some green in your pipe
And crank the raw shit just I'm fiendin' tonight
Put the drink in your cup and the green in your pipe
And crank the raw shit cuz we're fiendin' tonight, alright!

Hook x2