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I said I'm high as a mothafucka
Don't plan on landin'
Sendin' out shots, no ship in the handling
Rock, why they hatin' on you
Nigga like a class man
Mad cuz I'm eatin' and they pockets is famine
Famine, damn man, I be gettin' in it
Kill em' with the flow, it's a death sentence
Said if these bitches on my
Bumper hear they engine
But we don't ever stop
They be runnin' like the transit
Transit buses, baby I'm a monster
You are just a ogre
You ain't scarin' nothin'
I transform right after the blunt lit
Swisher so fat
Look like I ain't even dump it
Dumb bitch you dumb if you
Think you fuckin' wit me
No make-up it's gon get ugly
Like how I do it bitch

I get, I get, I get to it Twix
What you say? I ain't hear nobody
I'm busy chasing the money like
It stole from me they droppin' hundreds
I could never hold money
Remember back when a nigga had no money
But now I get paper
You would think that I print paper
You can see it in my face huh?
Caked up, stacked thick like make up
The truth I can't lie
I'm fly on days that end with "y"
And my watch says that all the time
You're late, just try and catch up, Heinz
I'm Rockstar, from the city of pine
High, dodging the mothafuckin' planes
The shit nigga you could
See the mothafuckin' stains
That I left on the game
It'll never be the same