Doing some fly shit, all up in my booth. everybody know T.H.A. the f*cking truth./
A.m. to the p.m. it's a celebration. everybody know that a Nigga still living/
Off the top my head I'm thinking rolling blunts. And Off the top my head I'm counting more than one's./
Smoking on some gas, that's that SOG. (You) can find me in sky with the GOD/
I don't party with just anybody. Underground Royalty over everything./
Reefer in theair, marijuana token. I left the quiet room cause I was outspoken./
HOOK
Paper(x7) Lotus. High, fly, focus. high, fly, explosive.
Paper(x7) Lotus. High, fly, focus. high, fly, smoking./