The High (feat. Velous)

It's all about the vibe, it's all about the vibe

Lansky, roll one of them up

Won't roll of them turbo joints for your boy

All my cousins deported, they all Rastas

Drug dealing to buy choppers

It's real out here, you can't knock 'em

No hate against me shall prosper

My Jewish friends, they yell Mazel

Put party drugs in they nostrils

Ain't worried 'bout shit and ain't got to

Patek Philippe's from Fossils

Smoking on Cheeba, sippin' on Chevis

I'm in the old school, center of Portland like Arvydas

Them **** tryna style, I'm like beat it

It's Bob Marley on my chain, not Jesus

Had crack rolling, fuck your fever

Dice game clean up, light skin joint like Adina

Step out with her, fuck the scene up, uh

Yeah, she a local superstar, met her at La Marina, uh

First class to Miami, I be low on Catalina's, uh

Yeah, rock Stan Smith so well, got the check from Adidas, uh

Magazines, billboards, yeah, you see us

We goin' ape up in this bitch, this shit is lit

Fuck what happens tonight, in the morning we'll forget

**** plottin' on us, we gon' see 'em when we see 'em

But **** in here deep, we could fill the Coliseum

I know, I know, I know, I know the game

Y'all **** ain't never been shit and bitches all the same

Bust it wide open, drop it down into a split

And if you do it right, this might be the night that you could quit

Oh, you looking for a sponsor, huh

Too $hort Spotify, I got a song for ya

Sucks teeth, roll the ganja up

She wanna hint at a **** that she down to fuck

Sing for me, you a songstress, huh

On some Frankie Lymon, why fools fall in love

She wanna suck, throw a **** name all in mud

Just to double back to me like it's all good

Same mouth that she bash me with, she get nasty with

Slick talk on some rapper shit

Most times I just laugh at it

'Cause you don't know the half of it

I got the Dee Bo mind control

Jedi mind trick, all kinda dough

I ain't got no time, only when it's time to go

And looking at my Rollie, it's about that time

Got dollar signs all on my mind

Hit up Cha Cha Chicken with my homeboy, Dom

E'rybody like, I need more bombs

George Kush ****, stay off the greenhouse lawn

Is you ridin'? Is you stayin'? Is you hatin' or nah?

Either you dark side with it or you roll with the God

We goin' ape up in this bitch, this shit is lit

Fuck what happens tonight, in the morning we'll forget

**** plottin' on us, we gon' see 'em when we see 'em

But **** in here deep, we could fill the Coliseum

I know, I know, I know, I know the game

Y'all **** ain't never been shit and bitches all the same

Bust it wide open, drop it down into a split

And if you do it right, this might be the night that you could quit