I'm Higher than heaven, today
Back on our bullshit, Ole
I had plans to be righteous, but my O.G. my pilot, today

I don't mind the sirens, Mercedes I climb in, drift on the highway, hit the spot right there
ride of die promise, so it's only fair, if you're going to hell, I'll ride with you there

Lean in my cup!
Thats just how I started my day off,
brunch at the 'La, mimosa
Ice queen crushin' like frozen
she don't ever hit my phone up, she don't ever wanna go out
but I see her in the trap and the girl gets open
Juice stay poppin' like cola
Vivalde out the Bose enough snow to freeze
trap soul vibe like an opera
sole of my feet, walk on the beach, look back read Versace (versace versace)
Rollin' my weed, gas like a sheik, toss you a bag that's siphon
Police through the tints, wanna be stoppin' ( I will not stop!)
Lookin' for a cause like Aristotle, they won;t fid it (lookin' for a cause!)
Won't find me, although I'm mindless run a tight ship precicely (precise!)
I heard of a party I was headed home; O.G. wanna go he won't go alone
we blend in the night, put 550 in flight, this my city that's right
every block passed thats a memory; of money I made, a dime I collected or somebody died in vicinity
I done did the laundry but damn are those dirty deed memories killin' me!
put racks in the mattress and tabs full of acid from droppers
I remember peelin' a bill from a stack for a roxy and soon it was always three
like damn, is all of this stuntin' just because a girl in third grade ain't notice me?

I'm Higher than heaven, today
Back on our bullshit, Ole
I had plans to be righteous, but my O.G. my pilot, today

I don't mind the sirens, Mercedes I climb in, drift on the highway, hit the spot right there
ride of die promise, so it's only fair, if you're going to hell, I'll ride with you there

Tank in the trunk!
that's just how we started our night off
ride with the boys like bison
till I see light on horizon
I needed some brothers, wanted some brothers, really
most of 'em ghosted when I wasn't showing out, really
I was alone and surrounded so when I had found me a brother I knew how to hold it
existential crisis, mental stretched to fight it, all this flex just to let it out (flex)
so much designer we look like a runway when stepping out
mixed concoctions, mixed emotions, osmosis your pain right into me
I learned an forgot, and then I moved on, but blood an the syrup
They share a consistency