Get High

Zone 6, ****, Tyrex with a... Ride with them choppers and them cutters on the backseat

Keep it in the streets, pussy boy, you better not ask me

I said shit, I lean, yeah, I step still lean

I still get high, I still pop pills

I still get by, I still roll with em

Sometimes get chill, **** know I get cut

Though I get ill, for your two feet

Boy, you're too flowed

Boy, you're talking down, lying shit about what you saw

Boy, you ain't real, **** too fake

Rather stay up on lane, stay up at my place

It's a marathon, this shit ain't a race

I get big guap, you a cheesecake

You a small wave, you a small fry

I got bad hoes, on my standby

They live by God right, now they look surprised

I be fresh to death, but I'm still alive

10% of hoes, put my own ties

Playing hide and seek, my blessings, they all in disguise

Sneak dishing on a D and I, they got twin caskets

Sipping lean, popping personal, oh, that's a bad habit

Usually done, turn to my therapy, this shit my passion

Rocking cycle bunny, riding around with a bunny

I support serving and sticking like 100

I step still lean, I still get high

I still pop pills, I still get by

I still roll woods, sometimes get chills

**** know I get cooked, though I get ill

Boy, you're too fake, boy, you're too flowed

Boy, you're talking down, lying shit about what you saw

Boy, you ain't real, **** too fake

Rather stay up on lane, stay up at my place