Exl - School High (Remix) Lyrics

I don't go to high school shit I go to school high
Sitting f*cked up like I just snorted a line
Sitting blowing up like a f*cking land mine
Time to roll up it's about damn time
Shhhhhhhh
While I'm puffin on that hydro
Thinking I'm up next cos they don't know what I know
I know
I'm so high like Hilo
My eyes low
You saying high but I go
Ahh f*ck
What the f*ck is up
I packing up all the buds
I'm chopping up all the nugs with my middle fingers up because I don't give 2 f*cks
Rodin round in a commy with all of the spliffs cunt
I be ripping bongs like Chong
Peace to cheech I'm doing spells like I'm Wong
The flow so tight
They say it aint right
I would rather be wrong cause I'm ripping up this f*cking mic
Released KillShot and took a break
To get my mind right shit I might of been late
But I came back to Rap this track got a little more wrath
On the attack to all you saying that I'm wack
Wasp crew that's the wasp gang
Been rolling big jays we slay from day to day
Exl Remember the name
I join the game
I let it lay to waste
Like sad cunts usin razor blades
I don't mean to be fake to face the the fakes
With blades
We tote we wait then take they place
Coz life's a race
I don't copy and paste
I do my own f*cking thing
Now they say that I'm insane
Don't care see you later dude
I stay true with my crew smoking green out my gator bueg
There ain't more I gotta say to you
Seshin with shay Tate kaij until the day is through
I'm just tryna be me
People talking shit I'm just tryna chase the dream
I might smoke a little weed but I don't drink lean
Spitting bars and the say I'm f*cking mean
70 x 6
That's the number
Can't afford smokes picking up the bumpers
I'm smoking to the numbers
Used to be trash now am I good sometimes I wonder
Am I gonna blow up
Or sit in my room making tracks f*cked up until I die
This gangas got me high thinking f*ck my life
Until I f*cking die
Coz I stayed in a shit town and didn't reach the sky
People say I'm killing it
Shit I feel like Chillinit
I'm making tracks and my listeners they feeling it
I ain't wombat but I'm back better know
Calling up my bros tell em go pack me up a cone
I'm never on my own
I'm high like a drone
I'm doing f*cking crimes then I'm getting f*cking stoned
Yaba daba doo
You came to Sesh too
Packing up a mountain then I pull the f*cking bueg
Oh shit look at the time
Got to get to class sell a dime
Big blunts and we race till I'm baked like a cake
I killed this f*cking beat now I got to let it rest in peace