Yeah, Shangri-La
La-la-la-la
Yeah
(We 'bout to rewrite history in this motherfucker)
Yeah, get high, get high, get high, get high
(With some monumental shit)
Good mornin', it's Mr. Broadus
The moment finally upon us
Daytona's still bendin' corners
Them tires burnin' them donuts
Dirty numbers for thirty summers
This water's meant to be my appointment with destiny
Trials and tribulations was testin' me
Shit was treachery
Niggas swear they high
But look up and see my trajectory
To win is a necessity
You niggas know my specialty
In here cookin' up the fuckin' recipe
Yeah, don't question me
S-N-double O-P
My name is the fuckin' equity
Nigga, never check for me
Unless you got a check for me
Fuck you, pay me
Respectfully, especially
Melodies mixed with felonies
Niggas, you know my legacy
Top shelf shit, it's time to start some drama
Yeah, you motherfuckin' right, I made a life out of this hustle
Now let it bubble
We back, sit back, relax and roll it up
Rainstormin' it up, chainsmokin' and
The same tokin' and changes remain a potent supply
No, this ain't no disguise, I'm blowin' dope to the sky, huh
Kann Air, let it fly, tt
Say hi to my alibi, haha
Just another ghetto lullaby
Now that we have your undivided attention
This disclaimer designed to all the sensitive
If you're easily offended, then pussy, don't worry
No one wants to fuck you
Therefore, find your exits to your left and to your right
And to the rest of you that love switching positions
Let's do it missionary
