fuck this stupid high yeah prayin while i m high off pot why i smoke so much cause i m prayin that the high don t stop you slang dope you had to run when the 5 o stop i never needed a g pass was doing crime since the times when niggas would charge a dime for a weed bag get four blunts out of it hit the county for six and had to do four months out of it the plug once called like all your money was counterfeit ain t pussyin you ain t say shit when we was countin it i m cool my nigga but this gun work i m down for it these are the brakes either know em or get broken up work on the whip i ma drive let it open up could go on a cop chase before rappers famous for block weight high when you playin for high stakes pie baked plant based don t care if you got cake bustin off the 9 i ma pop eight ghost nigga the pot growin the pot blown it stinks more than popcorn if you not here you not on it s the penthouse the top floor the pot growin the pot blown it stinks more than popcorn if you not here you not on it s the penthouse the top floor you gotta stay woke don t let em tell you lies keep your eyes open they wanna monitor our lives no double cups this a different kind of high the chocolate with the y and the burmese cherry pie i m in the ghost with the ghost on a three hour ride if we like what we tastin we gon let em fly houses full of cash we get lost in the hills time to put it back to work and wash these dirty bills eighty grand in a vac seal rap cat but i m playin with that bag still and bad business got your mans killed but the fuck the bad vibes i grabbed another advil mother plans in the minivan the lemonade come packaged in the little can i keep the best stank smokin all this good weed it s hard to keep my eyes open  the pot growin the pot blown it stinks more than popcorn if you not here you not on it s the penthouse the top floor the pot growin the pot blown it stinks more than popcorn if you not here you not on it s the penthouse the top floor havin large money and weed i used to dream about playin my cards against the odds til it even out i learned young there s some things you don t speak about my life on a deeper route i smoke til the reefer out rap to the speakers out racks in a even count peas in the duffel i could show you what the street s about hopin when i die i ll be a legend for real until then i m smokin like i m in the 70 s still top down on rodeo through beverly hills livin federal no lie my pedigree ill got homies locked up who ain t seen no trial so for them i roll up by the kilo now stuff the wood with gelato dump the ash pour the bottle watch the time tick on my movado sippin moscato gettin money in the same city where the mets play you need a hundred pack i get it to you the next day yeah it s coz the pot growin the pot blown it stinks more than popcorn if you not here you not on it s the penthouse the top floor the pot growin the pot blown it stinks more than popcorn if you not here you not on it s the penthouse the top floor