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Yeah! Ha! Yeah, we got, on
Why y'all cats know the abstract nigga with the
the booze, and let's build on it
I'm rolling in a with the grill fronted
I ain't smoke no mo' but I feel blunted
Yo I'm toking on the
to the A.M., cats be taking in the P.M.
Tell the I'm the G.M.
Told my team let me get my plays straight, I'ma them
They need me like I them
See the is bleeding
Had to meet my mind on how I could divined
Stay on my
I'm grinding, 'til I get blue
Everyday, same shit new
Don't make me act where I come from because he grew tall
There's a place that to run from it if you
Hustlers and vogues, customers and
I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff that I

I want to in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high, let the spin
I got the right to high
I got the right to high
I got the to feel high
I got the right to high

I to ride in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high, let the chrome
I got the right to high
I got the to feel high
I got the right to high
I got the right to feel

I'm the only cat in hip hop that can go into a shop
Connect, get up to the and get props
If you gonna get that
Make sure that bitch
If you gonna get that glock don't be to big shot
Hip Hop is changing, why y'all want me to the same?
like Barkley on how I see the game
I recognize game a scout
Hey yo, I'm bound to wreck your as I turn your lady out
I ain't that
Messing with no other women
Because of jealousy a man go under
Understand a man and his
to Joan Mitchell
With the fan and the
Can it be so simple
I rock Rockports, you Timberland's
I want a Rover, but I'm long range
I ain't switch over, I just my own lane

I want to ride in my car, my shit
Keep my head high, let the spin
I got the right to feel
I got the to feel high
I got the right to high
I got the to feel high

I want to in my car, smoke my shit
my head high, let the chrome spin
I got the right to high
I got the right to high
I got the right to feel
I got the to feel high

Like a to a hoe I connect to the track
I it in my neck and my back
A thug to me, said it changed his life
Said the love of his life, he used to to the light
I'm trying to do
I ain't claiming Mister
I'm a man, I'm too old to fist-fight
I stay on like trick dice
Tweaking like the man who need to switch mike
Sounding like
I know the block is hot, but we just get ice
When our children's sit nice?
I sing the song to make the fiend's
King ain't got shit on me
I train to rip emcees, I'm peaking
But I still get that cheese
You on some monkey ball damn
Mobbing through the Chi-Town to feel the yo

I want to in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high, let the chrome
I got the right to high
I got the to feel high
I got the right to feel
I got the to feel high

I want to ride in my car, smoke my
Keep my high, let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel
I got the right to feel
I got the right to feel
I got the to feel high