(Ayy, K, naw, naw, come on, man)
(Thank you, GC)
Stack in the winter, I grind 'til the summer end
Stackin' paper, stackin' that paper
Beginning of the year 'til the end
Sometimes, I need to be alone
Bitch, don't get too high, bitch, don't get too high
Say she on her way, I think she two hours away
She askin' me to pass my weed, she brought a cup, she want some drank
I told her, "Please don't get too high, bitch, don't get too high"
Bitch, don't get too high, bitch, don't get too high
Damn, I said don't get too high
I get so high, my plane left, I forget to fly
I just bust on her face, how I miss your eyes?
Say she seen this shit comin', how you been surprised?
I cussed a worker out at McDonalds, you forget my fries
Somebody brought some old shit up, how I forget my lie?
Bitch pulled up with some D'USSÉ, she tryna get drunk
Bitch pulled up with her ass out, she tryna get fucked
I put the Prada boots on, they made me 6'1"
Four-three for the five-two, it was six-one
I was shootin' dice
They say I live a wrong life, but I'm livin' right
When you die, you can't come back, ain't no livin' twice
My diamonds shine even harder with the kitchen lights
2004 at the Palace, this a Pistons fight
I know a nigga say he Muslim, live a Christian life
Bitch, I'm Scottie and Jordan, call me Pippen Mike
I drink my lean 'til it's gone, then I sip the ice
How you pull up to the brawl and forget to fight?
Bro locked up, I send letters, can't forget to write
Nowadays, kids buyin' cars, they forget the bikes
I was drivin' in the dark fast, I forget the light
Fell in love with designer shoes, I forget the Mikes
