Yeah, bitch I'm high as f*ck, every single day
I don't know where I should go, but I know damn well I get paid
Pop a 30, got me feelin' like I'm floatin' out of space
Kinda dirty, how she throw all of that ass up on my face
I feel so lost at times, but I know my way
Gotta live through all this misery to make some of this cake
And I know, and I know, and I know somethin
That you wouldn't even think of that I know, lil' bitch
And I know, and I know, and I know somethin
That you wouldn't even think of that I know, lil' bitch
Hold on what, hold on wait, hold on pause, got the 30 stuck
And I hold on what, and I hold on what, hold on pause,
Yeah got the 30 stuck
Bitch its War, bitch is up, bitch its War
At all times on god, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm high as f*ck, every single day
I don't know where I should go, but I know damn well I get paid
Pop a 30, got me feelin' like I'm floatin' out of space
Kinda dirty how she throw all of that ass up on my face
All them others, they some lames, smokin' on exotic strains
Some shit that you ain't never heard about, cause you a f*ckin' lame
I ain't be chillin' with the gang, bitch, I'm workin' with the gang
Countless hours in the studio, bitch, I ain't seen a day
Hey, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm fly as hell, yeah
I don't need no stylist, bitch, I do this by myself, yeah
I don't need no writer, bitch, I do this by myself, yeah
I don't need no ducer, bitch, I do this by myself, yeah