I love getting high, but I hate coming down. I hate coming down

 I hate coming down

 I hate coming down. I hate coming down

 I hate coming down

 I hate coming down

 Burning more woods than the forest fire talking to the mirror. Like what's your desire man to turn this music shit into an empire?

 From a little motion to a big timer shout out to all my people that I inspire

 Check out my old pictures, man. I've been flyer forever fly guy smoking. Watch the time fly made man, but i'm smarter than a wise guy

 They can't stop what I started

 Rest in peace to the dearly departed

 Cold cases they probably never solve them, but i'ma always deny my involvement

 Thinking to myself like

 Maybe I should take a different route

 All the time we spend inside the trap, I wonder will we make it out we gonna make it out

 **** still hating on us always running their mouth

 I love getting high, but I hate coming down

 Just need some peace and quiet while I roll the loud

 And if you blow my high bitch is going down

 We smoking by the zip bag about a pound when it come to getting money

 We don't fuck around catch me in the streets like I run the town

 Smoking on the leaf blowing out a cloud treat the bar like a gun by a lot of rounds

 Blowing money fast because we got it now

 Thank god. They just freed me

 I hope larry hoover next up

 One time for all the g's

 Flame a blunt and throw your sets up

 Thinking to myself like

 Maybe I should take a different route

 All the time we spend inside the trap, I wonder will we make it out man, we made it out

 **** still hating on us always running their mouth

 I love getting high, but I hate coming down. I hate coming down

 I hate coming down

 I hate coming down. I hate coming down

 I hate coming down. I hate coming down