Prince Prophet - High On Gas Lyrics

I'm in the zone and I'm one of the highest here
I'm eating good and I don't need no diet bitch
Runnin' the game, I need a podiatrist
These rappers lame, they can't handle mileage
What is you sayin?
Baby quit playin'
I'm done with the games, I see a psychiatrist
Not even lyin', I'm tellin' the truth
Going to therapy, not necessarily seein' a doctor that you might approve
Roll that shit up get to passin' a doob
Ain't inna gang but I smoke with a crew
My flowers are purple, my hunnids are blue
They ask for that gas, and I gave em beaucoup
I pull up in jets, bitch I'm not in a coupe
I land on investments, thats fresh from the Couv'
And Ion need breakfast, bitch I got the juice
I'm sendin' a message, I don't think you get it
If you play with me then you signin' your deathwish
I'm young and I'm restless with more guns than Texas
And shooters in Memphis, my flow is infectious
I dare you to test it, I'm not one to mess with
Man I'm just suggestin' that you count your blessin'
My verbal assessin' is clearly preventin' shit
I'm gettin' high but don't think that I'm restin'
Nah
High on gas
High on gas (bitch I'm)
High on gas
High on gas (look)
High on gas
High on gas (bitch I'm)
High on gas
High on gas
Look
I'm higher than f*ck, but tightin' it up
My timin' is nuts, your rhymin' is butt
They can't get enough, while I'm at the function
Rollin' it up and the police just bust in
I'm movin' quick and I'm not even rushin',
Smokin' a spliff, that shit gave me concussions
Damn, that shit ain't f*ckin' around
I'm in the sky but my feet on the ground
My in betweens is just carried by sound
Feel like a sinner with reasonable doubt
I only got loud, can't keep it down
Do not know how, I'm straight from the pound
Say I'm with dogs, I really mean hounds
Roll up an L, and pass em around
Feel like Javale, dumbin it down
I ain't throwin' shade, he really a hooper
But in seventh grade I was f*ckin' my tutor
Bad bitch Alexis, I'm not talkin' luthor
Smokin' on blunts that shit longer than rulers
Stackin' my paper, I don't got a jeweler
Straight to the dome, my brain a computer
All my shit hard, my bars like a tumor
I am the past, the present, the future
The writer, the actor, the rapper, producer
Look
High on gas
High on gas (bitch I'm)
High on gas
High on gas (look)
High on gas
High on gas (bitch I'm)
High on gas
High on gas
Look
I'm not even finished, I'm handlin' business
I'm nice but I'm vicious, just smokin' on spinach
My style is tremendous, these rappers is bitches
I'm eatin' they food, they cleanin' my dishes
I'm not in the mood, don't hit up my digits
I'm packin' a rip, be high for a minute
I don't think you get it, I been on a mission
To really get lifted, defyin' the physics
Not fightin' the feelin', if I'm in the bleachers
I feel like I'm winnin', if I'm with the creatures
I feel like I'm chillin', when I'm with the demons
I feel like the villian, don't play with me really
I'm not a civillian, I'm worth like a million
I'm cookin' and grillin' em
Say that I'm killin' em, f*ck if I'm feelin' em
Not even feedin' em, more into beatin' em
Brand new 11's and I got my feet in em
Matched with the cuffs, gimme the comp and
I'm f*ckin' em up, I don't got no beef if you not one of us
But try and you'll see that I'm down to get buck
If you pushin' me then I'm pushin' you proper
I leave you with scars but I move like Mufasa
I send you to God and I swear thats a promise
I don't need a squad, bitch I'm movin' in silence
My style is beyond all this shit than been poppin'
They don't got no option, I'm winnin' like Boston
It's not that exhaustin', I'm Batman and Robin
The strains that I'm crossin', so faded I'm crawlin'
I swear this shit pausin', I'm stuck in a coffin
I'm higher than Rodman, my pupils are poppin'
The crowd that I draw in, is equally choppin'
I feel like I'm fallin', if I'm being honest I think that I'm
High on gas
High on gas (bitch I'm)
High on gas
High on gas (look)
High on gas
High on gas (bitch I'm)
High on gas
High on gas