[Produced by Coyote Beatz]
[Verse: 1]
Uh... floatin' high
O.G skunk and blunt, I'm fried
Mom produced a Gemini, so I'm usually twice as fly
Sorry Houston, high producin'
Test the gods, how bout you try?
Step to the dark, whose bone [?] (nigga)
Don't be a clone, get a hold of your mind (nigga)
Stoned, sippin' slow off a pint
Get engulfed with the times that we line
Shine gold like I rolled up in a mine
Mute a nigga’s soul like a nigga was a mime
Everyday I feel gold, Abdul in his prime
Had a team I move like I'm playing street fighter
Now I never lose nigga leave (retire)
Show you how I do once you see that she mine's
I had a dream when I turned that shit into real life
'Lax in the back with the pack neva solid
Rap gave me racks, but a stack neva counted
Strapped with the packs and everything around it
Plus a bitch with a ass, that attracts all my problems
Zip in the stash every time I'm on the scene
Keep yo nigga bag, all this ganja for me
Pull up on the ave with the squad full of beef
Cause you gotta have war for the times full of peace
[Refrain]
Zip in the stash, on the scene
Keep yo nigga bag, all this ganja for me
Swerve on the ave with the squad full of beef
Always ready for the war, homey ride with the piece
[Hook]
Ya'll niggas better make way (make way)
Livin' out my dreams, get the fuck out my lane
Goin' nuts for the pay-day (pay-day)
Cause my mom need a house and my pops need a range
Spouse need a ounce and a fuckin' diamond ring
Man I lose count, need a bunch of other things
So I can't stop till I reign as a king
Got the whole generation going hard in the paint (paint)
[Verse: 2]
Twenty-four years on this earth
Mirror, Mirror
Who the illest, I appear with a nerf
Puttin' sinners in the river, hold them down to they float
Tell them haters better bow, we the gods of the coast (coast)
Know to bring the loud to the show
Hit the famous weed spot for the pounds of the 'dro (dro)
Circus, you a clown in the clothes
I enlighten like a circuit, lay it down with the flow
[Hook]
Ya'll niggas better make way (make way)
Livin' out my dreams, get the fuck out my lane
Goin' nuts for the pay-day (pay-day)
Cause my mom need a house and my pops need a range
Spouse need a ounce and a fuckin' diamond ring
Man I lose count, need a bunch of other things
So I can't stop till I reign as a king
Got the whole generation going hard in the paint (paint)
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