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Verse 1: (Nesby Phips) |
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Bone Snaps and crane kicks, divine intervention i was put here to change shit.??? |
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Draped up in the same fit,been rockin it for days now and will until the pay stop. |
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See there's no dinner or winner for second place huh? |
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Yea that what i figure so i handle my business. |
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Confidentiality, all my plans to get richer. |
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Then I, Master my role as my plan unfold. |
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Right moves, make sure the left hand don't know. |
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Words from a wiser predecessor: |
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Never let up. |
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I know how to spot a fool cuz he never shut up. |
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If you speak it, you don't know it. |
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You know it, you don't speak it. |
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Can't feel me if you put your vertebrae on the speakers. |
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See it got to be, and your nine on ya. |
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I got higher than |
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Chong on bongs in |
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California. |
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Catch me in your in local cool spots cata corner??? |
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Virgins to the herb frown at that aroma. |
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For those inquisitive, scoot closer to |
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Phips a bit. |
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I invite you to get higher than what you've experienced. |
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Chorus:Um, |
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There's some who think they smoke, but |
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We stay Higher. |
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And some think they get fly, but |
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We get Flyer. |
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They lookin for the |
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Planes, We done cruised right by ya. |
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Smell what i smoke, they ask me if i supply, i say |
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Noooo. (Nooo) |
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It's everywhere |
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We goooo.Verse 2: (Wiz Khalifa) |
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Woke up in the mornin'some ashes in the sink, couple drinks we was pourin' in. |
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My niggas sleep, bitches rollin weed while i'm |
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Yawnin'.It's just a routine after a night of performin'. |
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I turn the hotel into a |
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Polo Party. |
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Makin' them eggs with cheese, let 'em smoke so much weed. |
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Them hoes think we in the '70s. |
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Big Dog, better pedigree. |
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She in this king size bed with me. |
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Give her space boy, |
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Let her breathe. |
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And I mean that technically,roll up the trees, like my weed grown medically. |
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Less of the seeds, |
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Niggas still got the hatin' disease,when actually they know.bite or bark, fight or heart |
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Imma keep rollin' trees nigga, light or spark. |
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Taylor in my walk, karate in my |
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Talk.Now that's gangsta. |
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Chorus:Um, |
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There's some who think they smoke, but |
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We stay Higher. |
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And some think they get fly, but |
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We get Flyer. |
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They lookin for the |
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Planes, We done cruised right by ya. |
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Smell what i smoke, they ask me if i supply, i say |
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Noooo. (Noooo) |
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It's everywhere |
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We goooo. |