Lets roll up a fifty and ride through my city
Where niggas is dying by five o
Where we got the kids
And keys to the whip
But don't got the key to survival
Melo gone roll it and then we gone smoke it
This weed be the truth it don't lie bro
The loud that i smoke
Don't believe in no capital letters
So thats why my eyes low
Yes
As I'm inhaling the cess
Gun on my hip if a nigga gone cross me
I promise he better be Chevrolet
Mastered the flow I promise
We smoke like them floor master
Pipes on a chevrolet
The Cali is in me
Im in the Cali
Thats all that we know but we never left
We still in the raq we don't see a future
How can we when you gotta watch ya back
So im a just roll up this killa
Gone head and light up that Bernie Mac
I give you the seven for 80
The old heads call that a fanny pack
I smoke to get rid of the stress
Its on me its just like a fitted hat
For my niggas stuck in the kitchen
And trapped in the system
I know that you feeling that
For woman who laid with a clown
Now he not around
I know that you feeling that
Got a coupe flats for the rollers
Wendi belt matching the loafers
Bottles for all of my drinkers
But this one right here for the smokers
Flame Up
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
I wanna get so high
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
I ride with them villains a team full of killers
I swear I'm a god in my city
I don't need no bitches
I don't need no friends
Just long as the Kushy Is with me
I give you three for the quarter
Or I give you six for the fifty
I might give you twelve for the huncho
Just long as you stay shopping with me
Fendi and Louie
Cavalli
Giuseppe I swear we be living a movie
My Jewelry by treasure
My forty by Glock
My Shoes is by Prada or Gucci
Shitttttttt
Smoke like a pipe till they bury the kid
We stuffing cigars like a thanksgiving turkey
You rolling khalifa you blunts are to thin
Wiz
Chasing the loud with a four of the activist
I smoke Tahiry and Trina
And Nicki Minaj
They Gluteous Maximus
We smoke that fat shit
We move Henry Ford
Aint no hustling backwards
We never look backwards we leave all of that
To them Chiropractors
For my niggas stuck in the kitchen
And trapped in the system I know that
You feeling that
For woman who laid with a clown
Now he not around I know that you feeling that
Flats for all of the rollers
Fendi belt matching the loafers
Bottles for all of my drinkers
But this one right here for the smokers
Flame up
Jeda
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
I wanna get so high
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
Rashad Jamal - So High Lyrics
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Lets roll up a fifty and ride through my city
Where niggas is dying by five o
Where we got the kids
And keys to the whip
But don't got the key to survival
Melo gone roll it and then we gone smoke it
This weed be the truth it don't lie bro
The loud that i smoke
Don't believe in no capital letters
So thats why my eyes low
Yes
As I'm inhaling the cess
Gun on my hip if a nigga gone cross me
I promise he better be Chevrolet
Mastered the flow I promise
We smoke like them floor master
Pipes on a chevrolet
The Cali is in me
Im in the Cali
Thats all that we know but we never left
We still in the raq we don't see a future
How can we when you gotta watch ya back
So im a just roll up this killa
Gone head and light up that Bernie Mac
I give you the seven for 80
The old heads call that a fanny pack
I smoke to get rid of the stress
Its on me its just like a fitted hat
For my niggas stuck in the kitchen
And trapped in the system
I know that you feeling that
For woman who laid with a clown
Now he not around
I know that you feeling that
Got a coupe flats for the rollers
Wendi belt matching the loafers
Bottles for all of my drinkers
But this one right here for the smokers
Flame Up
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
I wanna get so high
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
I ride with them villains a team full of killers
I swear I'm a god in my city
I don't need no bitches
I don't need no friends
Just long as the Kushy Is with me
I give you three for the quarter
Or I give you six for the fifty
I might give you twelve for the huncho
Just long as you stay shopping with me
Fendi and Louie
Cavalli
Giuseppe I swear we be living a movie
My Jewelry by treasure
My forty by Glock
My Shoes is by Prada or Gucci
Shitttttttt
Smoke like a pipe till they bury the kid
We stuffing cigars like a thanksgiving turkey
You rolling khalifa you blunts are to thin
Wiz
Chasing the loud with a four of the activist
I smoke Tahiry and Trina
And Nicki Minaj
They Gluteous Maximus
We smoke that fat shit
We move Henry Ford
Aint no hustling backwards
We never look backwards we leave all of that
To them Chiropractors
For my niggas stuck in the kitchen
And trapped in the system I know that
You feeling that
For woman who laid with a clown
Now he not around I know that you feeling that
Flats for all of the rollers
Fendi belt matching the loafers
Bottles for all of my drinkers
But this one right here for the smokers
Flame up
Jeda
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
I wanna get so high
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
Where niggas is dying by five o
Where we got the kids
And keys to the whip
But don't got the key to survival
Melo gone roll it and then we gone smoke it
This weed be the truth it don't lie bro
The loud that i smoke
Don't believe in no capital letters
So thats why my eyes low
Yes
As I'm inhaling the cess
Gun on my hip if a nigga gone cross me
I promise he better be Chevrolet
Mastered the flow I promise
We smoke like them floor master
Pipes on a chevrolet
The Cali is in me
Im in the Cali
Thats all that we know but we never left
We still in the raq we don't see a future
How can we when you gotta watch ya back
So im a just roll up this killa
Gone head and light up that Bernie Mac
I give you the seven for 80
The old heads call that a fanny pack
I smoke to get rid of the stress
Its on me its just like a fitted hat
For my niggas stuck in the kitchen
And trapped in the system
I know that you feeling that
For woman who laid with a clown
Now he not around
I know that you feeling that
Got a coupe flats for the rollers
Wendi belt matching the loafers
Bottles for all of my drinkers
But this one right here for the smokers
Flame Up
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
I wanna get so high
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
I ride with them villains a team full of killers
I swear I'm a god in my city
I don't need no bitches
I don't need no friends
Just long as the Kushy Is with me
I give you three for the quarter
Or I give you six for the fifty
I might give you twelve for the huncho
Just long as you stay shopping with me
Fendi and Louie
Cavalli
Giuseppe I swear we be living a movie
My Jewelry by treasure
My forty by Glock
My Shoes is by Prada or Gucci
Shitttttttt
Smoke like a pipe till they bury the kid
We stuffing cigars like a thanksgiving turkey
You rolling khalifa you blunts are to thin
Wiz
Chasing the loud with a four of the activist
I smoke Tahiry and Trina
And Nicki Minaj
They Gluteous Maximus
We smoke that fat shit
We move Henry Ford
Aint no hustling backwards
We never look backwards we leave all of that
To them Chiropractors
For my niggas stuck in the kitchen
And trapped in the system I know that
You feeling that
For woman who laid with a clown
Now he not around I know that you feeling that
Flats for all of the rollers
Fendi belt matching the loafers
Bottles for all of my drinkers
But this one right here for the smokers
Flame up
Jeda
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
I wanna get so high
Who's got the Erb when I'm dry
Writer: Rashad White
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