[Verse: AK]
Floatin' high
OG skunk and blunt, I'm fried
Mom produced a Gemini, so I'm usually twice as fly
Sorry Houston, height reducing
Test the gods, how 'bout you try?
Step to dog lose bone from spine
Don't be a clone get a hold of your mind, nigga
Stoned, sipping slow off a pint
Get engulfed with the times
Every line shine gold like I wrote them in a mine
Mute a nigga's soul like a nigga was a mime
Everyday I feel gold, Abdul in his prime
Had to change my moves like I'm playing Street Fighter
Now I never lose nigga leave retired
Show you how I do when you see that she's mine
Had a dream and I turned that shit into real life
Lax in the back but the pack never solid
Rap give me racks but a stack never counted
Strapped with the packs and everything around it
Plus a bitch with an ass that detract all my problems
Zip in the stash every time on the scene
Keep a nigga bag, all this ganja for me
Pull up on an ave with the squad for the beef
Cuz you gotta have war for the times for the peace (peace)
Zip in the stash on the scene
Keep a nigga bag, all this ganja for me
Swerve on the ave with the squad with the beef
Already ready for the war homie ride for the piece (piece)
Y'all niggas better make way, make way
Living out my team, get the fuck out of my lane
Going nuts for the pay day (pay day)
When my moms need a house and my pops needs a Range
Pops needs a ounce and a fuckin' diamond ring
Man I lose count, need a bunch of other things
So I can't stop until I reign as a king
And the whole generation going hard in the paint (paint)
24 years on this earth
Mirror, mirror who the illest I appear with a nurse
Putting sinners in the river, hold them down till 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 with the clothes
I enlighten like a circuit, lay it down with the flow
Y'all niggas better make way, make way
Livin' out my team, get the fuck outta my lane
Goin' nuts for the pay day, pay day
When my moms need a house and my pops needs a Range
Pops needs a ounce and a fuckin' diamond ring
Man, I lose count, need a bunch of other things
So I can't stop until I reign as a king
And the whole generation goin' hard in the paint, paint
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