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Get High
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Utwór Get High został wydany 28 sierpnia 2026 przez Heavy on the Grind (E-40) jako część albumu Turning My Money Over (Quadruple Album)
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Data wydania28 sierpnia 2026
WytwórniaHeavy on the Grind (E-40)
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM80

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]
It's game involved, I'm a hog
Everything that I do is sharp
We some real ones, they some frauds
Use to keep yola up in my drawers
Havin scrillions, money tall
Still eat chitlins and hog maws
Diamonds flawless, ain't no flaws
Free my love, what's in them walls?
From the trenches in quicksand
And I'm so high, ain't plan on landing
'Bout my business, business planning
Shipping and handing, co-packing and branding
Pushing the line, got my own wine
Earl Stevens, yeah, that's mine
At Total Wine, you can find
I stay mannish on the grind
I'm calculated and optimized
Certified and I'm qualified
I ain't local, I'm worldwide
Like Ty, I'm 'bout dolla signs
You can find me on Spotify
Catalog tall like the sky
Courtside seats, some televised
Like to party and live my life
Got more gigs than a terabyte
Play with me and it's on, on sight
I don't bark, bitch, I bite
I got heart, I can fight
I'm a shark, he a pike
My diamond shining like a light
I've been blowing, I must confess
I need to give my lungs a rest
[Chorus]
So just roll up and smoke
Let's get high
Let's get high
Let's get high
Let's get high
Let's get high
Oh yeah
Just take a puff, blow the smoke in the sky
Hey, 40 Water, it's your faithful student, Killer kill from the ville
La-da-da
Killer Mike down here, been picking up game
La-da-da
For over 30 years from you
La-da-da
Hey, homie
La-da-da
Hey, 40
[Verse 2]
Let's get higher if the heaven will let us
Let's get our cabbage and let's get our lettuce
Let us leave legacies so that these suckers will never forget us
Fuck all the fame, I'm talking money and moolah
I wanna build me a school up
Call me a doctor like Uma, proving our future
That's what is on my mandula
Smoking a cigar in Cuba, you cannot measure with ruler
All of the treasure I bring and all of the good that I do for
The beautiful Blacks that descended from Judah
Somebody sing, "Hallelujah"
Fly like I'm Ricky the Ruler
Cuban on Cuban, on Cuban
Hittin' Miami, Stacks the jeweler
Dread on her head, oily in bed, she got me hard as Medusa
Yeah, I'm a P, I keep it G, I promise I will not pursue her
Yeah, the mission is money and her versus moolah
Promise that I will not choose her
Prove a point, if I lose her, I never lose her
Walk by like I never knew her
You gave me some ass and we had a past
But baby, we ain't got no future
I'm sippin', I'm tippin', I'm grippin'
I'm waitin' on shipments to hit in the future
In area codes, I got different hoes
I'm livin' it like my name Luda
Got pounds of the dope, got money and mo'
So what the hell would I need you for?
[Chorus]
So just roll up and smoke
What the hell would I need you for?
What the hell would I need you for?
Let's get high
Let's get high
Let's get high
Let's get high
Let's get high
Oh yeah
Just take a puff, blow the smoke in the sky
In the sky
La-da-da
La-da-da
La-da-da
La-da-da
Written by: Earl Stevens, Michael Render, WhoInGodsName
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