Grip on her hip like a Uzi
No, she don't wanna lose me
Ass fat, yeah, that's juicy
* on my face, now I'm woozy
Drinking her up like she hunts juice
Girl, in my dream, that's a Xanadu
Rolling and smoking up in the coupe
Pussy so good, Xanadu, we getting close
I'm never capping, I'm under oath
Bitch, it's the money, I'm running those
My conscience is high, it's indigo
Smoking on green, but it's indigo
Never complain about the pain
And I'm working insane, and my mind is deranged
I put my pen to the paper, I'm telling my stories
They gonna remember my name
Bitch, I'm a comet, red like scarlet
Chasing the fame
Let me be honest, you a mature
For playing these games
You should feel high, then use the gas
You lighten my flame
I was a gun, you in the chamber
We taking aim
Feeding my shot, took over the game
Look at my life, never the same
Rolling my blunt, hitting my brain
Ease my stress, and I got no strength
Cancel my race, stole the crown
I'm on minimum wage
Start a new life, and I'm turning the page
All of these lights, and I'm hitting the stage
Every day we getting faded
Feeling like some racist
In the clouds
I'm drifting
Cause my mind is racing
And we getting lifted
Like some elevators
And we bout to roll up
Or sticking up this paper
Every day we getting faded
Feeling like some racist
In the clouds
I'm drifting
Cause my mind is racing
And we getting lifted
Like some elevators
And we bout to roll up
Or sticking up this paper
Roll one, smoke one, get high
Never find me off my grind
I keep on working
Till I get signed
None of y'all can throw my shine
Smoking on gas in the living room
In the car while it's going zoom
180 on the dash
Living my life fast
Money in the bag
Piled it in the stacks
Getting mine like that
Hungry for these racks
Funding all my trash
While I'm making you dance
Make our way down to France now
She unzip, pull her pants down
Mary floating up
Gripping on my cup
While she shaking her ass now
Hold up, smoke a little weed
Hold up, she want a sip, leave
Pour up, LSD
Wake up, but poetry clean
So hold up, money I keep
Running up, getting this cash
No longer a scrub
Y'all keep on losing, I'm getting the duds
Every day we getting faded
Feeling like some racist
In the class I'm drifting
Cause my mind is racing
And we getting lifted
Like some elevators
And we bout to roll up
Or sticking up this paper
Every day we getting faded
Feeling like some racist
In the class I'm drifting
Cause my mind is racing
And we getting lifted
Like some elevators
And we bout to roll up
Or sticking up this paper