i just call up scott storch
get clear advice when my friends tell me get real
i be sippin' smoothies and shit
gettin' stoned and then i go alone to movies and shit
and like old episodes of soul train
whole foods for the groceries
dare you to out-stare a scarecrow
hair like scared werewolf
sheets got a high thread count
gets drowned out by my med sound
old search says bang bros. my bad
good weed got be talkin' 'bout deities
dressed up as jackie tree
laughin' at these little niggas mimicking me
they slidin' down razor blades
landin' in alcohol rivers
and i still claim jets at your
with a batch of pot brownies in the oven and some hoes
just the toilet bowl different
hoes seein' themselves in 'em and havin' twisted visions of us livin'
none of that asking where i'm going
i still pull a disappearin' act
gettin' money out your bitches every goddamn day
homie said he want a show
i'mma need 10 more when my plane land
baby never met another nigga higher or hotter
in the presence of these international globe trotters
on the bus ballin' out in different towns with my partners