LYRICS: SUPER HIGH

BOTTLES OF CHAMPAGNE ALL OVER THE ROOM/
TOP FLOOR OF THAT FOUR STAR, BLOWING SMOKE AT THE MOON/
A GANGSTER FROM THE WOMB, RESPECTED BY THE GOONS/
NOTICE I DIDNT SAY PROTECTED BY THEM GOONS/
ARMORAL PROTECTANT, ALL OVER MY DASH/
GETTING CASH IN SUMN FAST, BE AT U IN A ZOOM/
MY SPEAKERS GOIN BOOM, I SPEND IT LIKE IM BOOM/
I AINT TRIPPIN CUZ I KNOW MY STREETS GON IS BOOM/
MODERN DAY MAFIA, $50 TILAPIA/
POSE FOR THE PHOTOGRAPHERS/
THEN POST IT FOR MY FOLLOWERS/
THE FBI FOLLOW US, HOPING OUT A FOREIGN/
AND I KNOW ITS BORING FOLLOWING ME TO RENAISSANCE/
AHEAD OF MY TIME… IM JUST SOO BEYOND/
IT AINT THE ICE ON MY ARMS, ITS MY AMBIENCE/
MY ENTOURAGE ALL WHIPS & CHAINS LIKE AMISTAD/

MY ACCY AHMED TOLD ME IMMA GOD/
FUCK THE UNEMPLOYMENT RATE NIGGA IMMA JOB/
FUCK WHAT U HEARD NIGGA IMMA PROB/
IMMA KILL, IMMA DEAL, IMMA ROB/
DONT THEM PICS IN THE ROB REPORT, MAKE U GO HARD/
A-1 CREDIT... NO CARDS/
WHAT I SPENT ON KARMALOOP I COULDA BROUGHT A CAR/
MY COKE COME KILOS, MY KUSH IN JARS/
WHAT U COLLECT ON YA INCOME TAX I SPEND IT IN A BAR/
WHAT U SPEND IN THE BAR BOSS… WE SPEND ON CIGARS/(AWWW)
URS IS IN THE CAR, MINES IS THE BAR/
I'LL DO YA ASS DIRTY THEN SPIT IT IN A BAR/
CRACK THAT SPRITE OPEN… MIX IT WITH THE BAR/
MY WEST COAST NIGGAS MIXED THE WHITE WITH THE BOY/
ADD A LIL SODA MIX IT WITH THE ROIDS/
RANRU IN THE STREETS IS LIKE NICKY ON ROIDS/

BE CAREFUL WHAT U SAY WHEN U CALLING MY DROID/
DIGI CALLED ME NOID… BUT JAY CALLED ME CAREFUL/
I JUST BROUGHT A NEW DIGI THIS SHIT WEIGH A ELBOW/
WITH ALL THIS JEALOUSY IM JUST TRYNA LAY L.O./
THE HOOD WANT THE WHITE… BUT ALL I GOT IS YELLOW/
ITS JUNE... I BEEN THE PUSHING SAME BATCH SINCE APRIL/
POCKET FULLA BEGALS, TRUNK FULLA LEGGOS/
ALL THESE PESOS/ MAKE ME AN A-HOLE/
THE STREETS TOLD ME HW WAS A-MOLE/
BUT TRUTHFULLY WHAT THE F' DO THEY KNOW/
HOP OUT THE REGAL… WALK INTO CASEY STEGALS/
ORDER THE WHOLE MENU, IM JUST TRYNA FEED MY PPL/
WE ON THE COURT U ON THE BLEACHERS/
NOW THEY HIT ME ON MY CHIRP, THEY USTA HIT ME ON MY BEEPER/
USTA HUSTLE 4 STARTER JACKETS & SHOE PALACE SNEAKERS/
IN THE SIXTH GRADE I WAS MORE PAID THEN THE TEACHERS/

SPONSORED BY THE GEEKERS, IM JUST TRYNA BE EARNER/
I DONT WANNA RUN 4 OFFICE… I JUST WANNA RUN THE CORNERS/
KUSH N CORONA, MARIJUANA AROMA/
JUST THE THOUGHT OF ALL THOSE COMMA'S KINDA GIVES ME A BONER/
I WAS JUST A WORKER… NOW IM THE OWNER/
I STARTED WITH A CIRCLE… TURNED IT TO WHOLE ONE/
I SUPPLIED MY WHOLE CIRCLE, NOW EVERY ON ONE/
WE WAS JUST RENTING… NOW WE OWN'M/
MY POPS SAT ME DOWN TOLD ME: GETCHA OWN SON/
AND IMMA HAVE THE SAME CONVO WITH MY OWN SON/
DONT WORRY ABOUT MINES GETCHA OWN SON/
I DONT WORRY ABOUT HARD TIMES IM ON SON/