(This some real shit, man)

Ay man (What’s up, man)
I gotta tell you something (What is is cousin?)
Look

I was born sober
But imma die high
Motherfuckers don’t work and tryna’ get mine

Nah
That ain’t gon’ happen
I got my own weed and it smells like heaven

Spittin in’em tracks
All these suckers kickin’ it
They sleeping while I write my raps

What you gonna do?
Tell me what you do wean my crew is after you

Oh shit
Beat is about to drop, from the hip to the hop
Take a look at this THOT
Watch it drop

Shake it, make is stop
Bitch, your booty so big, imma take you to the stars.

Only you can get me high high high
Only you can get me high high high
Only you can get me high high high
Only you can get me high high high

(Can you feel it?
Yeah
It’s good, right?
Uhum)

Yeah it’s good and It takes me away
To another time and space
Makes me think like I never did before

I smoke and I smoke
And I wanna’ get some more

Bring her back to the Club
Yeah I’m smoking all these buds
They call me Mr. Money and I show these bitches love

Yeah
You know I got my game right
(Hell yeah)
You know I keep my shit tight
(Hell yeah)

And I’m about to be a King
Young boy from the South Wing