Silas James - something else Lyrics

Sometimes I need to get away
But the rez hold me down on better days
Really smoking loud and I'm getting paid
But I'm on a different wave
I jus want my family on a big estate
I jus want you dancing while im spitting flame
I jus want a hundred million dollars and my kids to be in college
All my cousins really prosper in this day and age like
This could be so easy
Damn why can't fry bread always be this greasy
Uncle got jokes jus got us all cheesing
Throw back to them days been ripping them jeans up
Falling on them streets was bumping old jeezy
Blazing on trees we thought was true reefer
Brought some home, chiefed it n
Momma called me out quick
Had to shoot back out until like, 4 5 6
On some dumb guy stuff bro I was so damn lit
Straight cashed, all em asking why u do that kid

I'm like god damn
Bro get with the program
I ain't tryna sip bro im jus puffing w my old soul
Cruising down the road 65 let my head nod
Really keep the peace no I don't do it for the desktop
Fake shit, told em I ain't f*ckin w u fake f*cks
Roll another blunt and I be off in outer space cuz vibing
I been so god damn hiigh

I don't even see em when I'm flying thru the backroads

Smoking on something too pure, I don't see them here
Kicking back looking like Ermac or Lou kang
Sipping on that biish had to mix it w the kool aid
Riding thru the city in the Chevy like a Mack truck
Quarter ounce of freedom steady coughing ain't got asthma
If you wanna talk well then you better get your facts up or act right
Posted with a baddie, she ain't classy but she mad nice
Tried to call me soft I had to ask her what she do for work
I been sorting cards and sending stars out to the universe
Lost within my thoughts been using caution moving thru the world
June baby I ain't w the diamonds I'll be rocking pearls
Like me
Drop a couple hundred on some type beats
Sailing thru the high seas
With my bag and Pieper
Really this some Light Work
Really I'm jus sight seeing
Fight me? You might get hurt

But Like god damn
Bro get with the program
I ain't w that shit bro im jus puffing w my old soul
Cruising down the road 65 let my head nod
Really keep the peace no I don't do it for the desktop
Fake shit, told em I ain't f*ckin w u fake f*cks
Roll another blunt and I be off in outer space cuz vibing
I been so god damn hiigh
I don't even see em when I'm flying