[ Featuring Bone Thugs-N-Harmony ]
Yo
Hey
Hey
Mh
Based
Based
Yeah, look
I'ma make this album in a week
Long as Nat keep feeding me trees
As long as Dahi feed me beats
I got heat, parentheses, insert generic line
About the sun or Lebron
You know the kind these rappers always say
I'm miles away, I'm Miles Davis
Horny up in Hollywood and mildly famous
Miley Cyrus on a molly
I don't judge, just smile and wave
And by the way this shit been going
Shit just flowin' out of me
I'm proud to say I got diarrhea in my diary
My mind ablaze, can fill a thousand pages up with observa'
My minor logs bring on the stay
You niggas hard, oh, how cliché
'Cause yesterday, you was a f*cking punk and somehow not today
You gon' go and pop that trunk but fear don't pump inside of me
Your bitch be looking at a nigga like the one that got away
Your niggas looking at a nigga like the one, is that okay?
Or do you wish to see me breathless, watch my spirit fly away
Do what you must I had a fear of death, that shit just died today
Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words
Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins
The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge
You see, we all got to die someday, some way
White people dying in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay
Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains
Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
In my time, nigga, I chase many dreams
I was a hustler, created plenty schemes
To get enough of what I need, I would do anything
I swear to God, these niggas don't want to see me bling
A nigga trying to get it with this pen though
So I could do a lil' something for the kinfolk
Plus a nigga got a little beef for DM bro
And that's the kinda shit a nigga usually seeing flow
With the weed and blow, I'm drifting with this
So see I'm really all over the place
I cover lots of ground and I been creeping undercover for miles
And turn hundreds into thousands, into millions
Yes, I've chased the Devil with sacrifice the things to make revenue
What would you do if you was living in the ghetto under dark grey skies?
I mean they ain't never blue true
So instead of boo-hooing all the time, I'ma do something about it
The solution was grind, get up, get it, live it, shine
Never living the life has never entered my mind
What do you mean? You're trying to say I can't eat
I know it's a dream, you're trying to say I can't live
Trying to tell me the sky ain't my limits
But I made it and I'm so high
Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words
Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins
The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge
You see, we all got to die someday, some way
White people dying in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay
Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains
Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
Water breathers
Fish on my momma's belly to my momma's sneakers
Hannibal Lector sucked on that garnish keeper, baby
With a garbage sweepers, coffins are in the offices of all my teachers
Were awesome preachers, write my shitin graffiti, write on the walls of the ether
Often reaper's master, you name the place and we can all get deeper
The Mayan passed us quickly, we sick of the fear, my nigga, we all Kalifa
Call Tamika, roll up another fat one, that's what I call bored beater
Nine-millimeter buck when the people are stuck, stay humble as f*ck
Man, I'm used to two-seaters
A couple of freaks with moves that'll make you loser your peepers
When the stars twinkle, remember that we are nine trillion on a large speaker
All heart, put on y'all blinkers and y'all thought we was all demons
Sanctified with sawed-offs ranging used hollow with all reasons
All seasons, all we needin' is whispering winds and all leaves and
Call easy, Marcus and Jeffery Dahmer, y'all can haul Eden
Croutons, hug niggas and I match they sammies with coupons
In a barnyard, smoking cigarettes 'til I hurl, nigga, get your groove on
Take a look at the concrete, see a flower emerge
Pistols carried by cowards, I got more powers with words
Put my faith in the pen, let the ink wash all of my sins
The judge called it murder, my nigga called it revenge
You see, we all got to die someday, some way
White people dying in they sleep, my niggas die from gunplay
Well, if the Lord call my name to free me from my chains
Cremate a nigga, roll a blunt with my remains
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
