me and my crew decide to hit up a party
when we got to the joint it had already started
i had some food with me from boston market
save for after mary jane because i already sparked it
some honeys in the driveway passed out on the floor
i can't dance cause all these people steady hatin'
i'm a groove cause i'm smooth
but i hate being around when niggas wanna bang
then the fight break out and it's one of them gangs
acting like they manufactured
niggas can't fight and revert to the flame
blew his brains out from not using his brain
it's so insane how we put ourselves to shame
they'd have all us niggas detained
life is but a dream and i'm high
these haters on a lower level nigga i'm high
these hoes be tryna roll but baby i'm high
these niggas tryna smoke it but i'm already high
bought a mpc which had about 90 kicks
flipped the drug money for studio
rockin' all the hand-me's
my childhood back cause i'm runnin' on the line
and the line's runnin' flat but my rhyme's soundin' fat
born and raised in the trap
it's a rap when i rap so it's a wrap
like the brace around my anklet
welcome to my fucking banquet
well it costs to be a boss
so don't think i don't pay shit
if it's odd it don't make sense
i'm in the middle of the money like malcolm
i don't be focused on the outcome
cause i'm the bullets cocked and your child out
go to high school going to college i'm high
getting my education expectations so high
head's in the clouds with mellowhype rollin' by
burger in my bag with a large extra fry