Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and
I was once in the back now i kick it in the front, im so high, trynna roll my next blunt,
What do i really need
Im high as a bitch smokin weed
The thugs say i'm cool
But now i'm in high school
Im ultra high you cant even qualify oh brother,
Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular
Whilst in a school called junior high
I'm touching skies, no puffing lie
And im still mean rappin gets me high like a true fiend
More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast
I bet you've never seen a pig fly
Im sorry, i know you hate when im high
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