Keep the E in it, Chevys on Smoking weed in it Girl, don't post me in your pictures High as my aspirations Clean as my gold day tons The reason she can stop waiting to exhale I'm smoking well Breathin' clouds, castin' spells Voodoo that I do Don't leave me 'round your boo Sleepless in Seattle I'm up, I'm rolling fat ones Grazin' on grass like Cattle while coyotes lurk in the shadows Usual suspects arrived in matching Corvettes with double barrels Smokin' aces, take ten paces Draw your weapon and Pray to God you make it In other words, shoot your shot at all costs I guess that's what I'm saying He got game But not like mе, watch how I play it Menace to society had us holding pistols Firе sideways firing O-Dog admiring A-wax in that grand national sliding Took 'em on them licks Niggas got clipped and boys became men Coolie high gadgets and contraptions Like a golden eye spy with the vernacular Or Superfly, the original vision 1972, I never done what they do I don't get in it Never been tempted to attend a party That they threw We good just being us Hustlers from blue hill avenue Theatre in the crib, the fuel from my pen Plus the way that I live already the shit Pull up in somethin' sick Disappear without a trace The man and the myth, look at him Swear I should wear a cape when I do it 2004 Bape, bitch, you was clueless Stuck on stupid Literally superglued to it I'm travelling without moving Always in the new shit Buy them hoopties and redo 'em Stay back to the future Moving Hard top '76, we in it cruising Drugs and music Yeah, yeah, uh Mhm, uh Still tryna find What Devin left up in that ashtray Buddha loving, I been high since Friday Let's get blown She changed the music to some Sade She asked how to roll a blunt Baby, I show you my way I been crumblin' herb since myspace The jets landed And my eyes kind of dilated Spitta probably smoking weed Up in that Cadillac My grandfather said he need it for his cataracts Day and night how it used to be We on the ave tryna duck D's How to fly now we overseas Got connects and still flew it in The Black Boston George Who said I can't get stoned anymore? I'm with my bitch She tryna buy out the store I'm too high I'm 'bout to head out the door I miss that haze That purple Cam'ron was on I never stopped dreaming I always want more Love without conditions Only want it if it's pure Tryna be optimistic 'Cause sometimes I could get lost in my thoughts just overthinking Sometimes I feel ah, ah Ayy Ayy Smokin' weed in it

ISO, ISO, ISO Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah She get so high, she get stoned She get lit, then she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin' Ayy, ayy Dealin' with this fame (Fame) Dealin' for this love before my name got so big Shootin' in the paint (Swish) Baby girl be sippin' on the drank (Drank, drank) She get high, she get stoney She never leave from my side She never leave a nigga lonely I know shawty that gon' ride I knew she my ride or die Point your hands to the sky 'Cause, baby girl, that's where we goin' She get so high, she get stoned (She get stoned) She get lifted, she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin' I could take away from the pain (Take away) Get you cars and houses up in yo' name (In yo' name) Keep that shit a hunnid, all I'm sayin' (All I'm sayin') You be geekin' out this world, don't you babe? (Don't you babe?) She be turnt out, ex-nigga burnt out With the Lambo, go on 'head and burn out Boy, that's my bitch, what is your concern 'bout? She look straight, man I got lil baby turned out Super Prada, the way that you turned out Diamond in the rough that I picked out (Gang, gang) She get so high, she get stoned (She get stoned) She get lifted, she get stoney I'll take your eyes and see the moon Take your body to the ocean I could tell you want more I'll supply you with the potent She get so high, she get stoned She get lifted, she get stoney I could tell you want more I could tell you want more I could tell you wanna go Baby, tell me where we goin'

I've seen now, well, I've seen failure a few times, more recently than before actually Y'know, it's quite interesting how much more complicated things get when you become Quote on quote, "rich and famous" I said, I said quote on quote because, y'know, one man's rich can be stuff from poverty And it's hard to explain that when you're so narrow minded, seeing the world with two eyes shut And I realize that now some people can't feel what they haven't seen So there's no point in me trying to explain my troubles, huh It's not that I don't think that anyone cares about- I think, like, it's up to me to fix or deal with them, y'know? I kinda look at everything, like, well, no matter what, I mean, it could be worse Y'know, like, okay, say, say, like, I lost a finger, okay, well, I still have nine Or, or even like, when someone broke into my house I felt like, well One certainly needed more than I did, these things are replacable, y'know? It kinda just helps with stress levels to think that way, y'know? Kinda like, uh, it could be worse, oh, well Easier said than done, I'm sure, huh But failure? Oh man, failure, that took time to understand, y'know? Like, failure doesn't mean defeat, more so, like, try again, shit, try even harder Revise your steps and rewrite your future Failure to me isn't, like always a negative thing More so, more so like just a way to relook at things, and you never know how close you are to success

Buddah bless this beat It's us! Strappin' the keeper, mm, uh (hit 'em with the Jab) Keepin' the keys on, uh, yeah Keepin' the keys to the Wock', I'ma pull out (boys) Go, okay, slatt Yeah, 'crete Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out Gimme the keys to the 'crete, I'ma pull out Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out (skrrt, 'crete) Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma, uh, skrrt, uh Go, I'm on the top of that shit, yeah Okay, okay Earl On The Beat (okay, concrete boys) Gimme the keys to the coupe, I'ma pull out Gotta wear condoms 'cause I do not pull out (yeah) Walk in the spot, 50 deep with the tool out They know that it's us, show out at the cookout (slatt, go) We getting money, don't care 'bout what they on (us) Finger fuck hunnids at home all alone, in a suit with a stick like Capone (beep) Bo for the Jackson, like shamone I took the chrome to chrome (shamone) I took this bitch, I boned (beezy) I made her leave her phone, yes (yeah, oh) Who said we ain't made records? (Go) Rich-ass still eating Checkers Still pull up, double decker (boys) Still control the whole Mecca Still that nigga, still (still) I still fuck her, I will (will) Might put this bitch in my will (will) (Man, you're gon' do what? This nigga trippin', I'm from, nigga) (It's us!) Chill Fuckin' this bitch in the hills, I ain't even lick her, she wet as a eel Ew, nigga, I'm just talkin' (oh my God) Get on these beats and I'm not even rappin', I'm literally flossin' and walkin' (walk) Get on these beats that I'm literally walkin', on God, I really be flossin' (walk) Bitch in the sheets, hit that bitch from the back, put the pussy inside of a coffin