Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry
Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
Before i thought high was cool and got high at school
High everyday my favorite color blue
Teenage parties, i recommend you
Luchador like i been masked but still remain fly
He struck gold, words an everlasting high
Fuck you let me enjoy my high...
She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie
Yeah, since i was a knee high
Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die
Dreamin on a lullaby
Whilst in a school called junior high
Everybody ,your hands up high,
Tears that our fore fathers cry
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