Cr3y - Passport Lyrics

I gotta go
Where is my passport?
I'm packin my bags more
Shout out to Fab 4
They my bros

I'm punchin' the gas more
Just snuck out the backdoor
Get what you want if you ask for it
God threw the oop off the backboard
Life is a beautiful crash course
Me I like runnin thru fast, Forrest
Feel like I'm movin in fast-forward
Used to be dodgin' the task force
Music done gave me a platform
Really done made it through bad storms
Came back on n***gas in last form

Came back on n***as in last form
Takin these n***as to class forums
Not even knowin' their half torn
I just been gettin the bag more
Remember days wishin' I had more

But now I got more than enough
Them n***as is fake
I cannot relate
I'm sorry I'm callin out bluffs
They wanted me down
But I look around
I only see clouds
Cuz I'm goin up
I look in the crowd
They throw they hands up
I can't get enough
I see it half full when I look in my cup
They talkin' that bull
While I'm gettin' these bucks

Don't give a f*ck
Cuz I'm goin up
Turn up the speed
While the rest of them stuck
When I be stressin' I take me a puff
And then I'm back up, yup yup

When I be stressin' I take me a puff
And then I'm back up

Cuz I be way too high
To be scared of heights
Roll up then my mind
Goes to paradise

I be way too high
To be scared of heights
Roll up then my mind
Goes to paradise

Paradise
Wake up everyday
And roll a pair of dice

Paradise
Wake up everyday
And roll a pair of dice