Music : Reginald Helms Jr./Christopher Smith Jr./Benjamin Tolbert/Asa Davis/Afolabi Osinulu
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah
If I get high enough, I think I can fly or somethin’
Not gon’ lie, I been inside too much
‘Cause comin’ up I was around too much
Know me, don’t talk too much
I’d rather write it down or somethin’
Put one in the air, if we talkin’
Man, ’cause that’s only fair, before I’m comin’
I’m literally feelings thee
Oh, hold on, man, these gars only five
Let me go ‘head, get ten of these
****, I might like nicotine, it’s sad as hell
Growing up, wе was always bad as hell
Hair ain’t changed, still nappy and my lips still chappin’
I ain’t gettin’ no naps in, I’m just tryna gеt back in
And I hope that God think I’m ready
I hope that God think ’bout me lettin’
Me **** around, change my whole setting
That would be nothin’ short of a blessing
Life been nothin’ short of a lesson
I met an angel named Heaven in a Devil’s land
I took a dose and I ain’t, ain’t been right ever since
Even when my downs feel like an avalanche
Somehow everything in my life feel like it’s heaven sent
Some people never been cut off or these niggas fabricated
Seems stretch, really wish I seen less and was happy more
Could imagine more, summer, block hot’ than a dragon was
I was in love with a matador, matter the fact that I had a tour
I had to dip on the road, gettin’ chips, I’m a tortilla
Sippin’ the Julio straight with the lime ’til I’m Tostino
I was too used to, hold on
Too used to usin’ excuses, stood up on my own duces
I’ma keep loadin’ these clips, hope it don’t jam when I shoot
I pour the Henny with Henny, my Ethiopian plug
I see that these niggas lit, we ’bout to blow out the bulb
I met a dove out in the Watts, I think she openin’ up
She in the feelin’ she want me, feel her fallopians up
I’m in the field half the time, flyin’ close to the bucks, yep
What you gon’ do when the lights go off
And you stuck with that bitch you don’t like no more?
And them niggas ain’t payin’ your price no more
First of all
Second of all
Hold on ya’ verse, real strong but a couple bars too long
Life so crazy, that ain’t no secret
One day ya’ helping and the next day you need it
Don’t count ya’ eggs ’til you see them
Don’t put them in the same basket ‘less it’s Easter
Or unless the timing right
I been left out in the rain too much
I might **** around and put my whole mind in rice
Hold on, hold on, hold on, bruh-bruh, hold on
I met an angel named Heaven in a Devil’s land
I took a dose and I ain’t, ain’t been right ever since
Even when my downs feel like an avalanche
Somehow everything in my life feel like it’s heaven sent
Even when my downs feel like an avalanche
Somehow everything in my life feel like it’s heaven sent