High (feat. Danny Brown)

Indo, kushed out

Trillest **** Linda ever pushed out

Never finished college like my brother or my sister

I was in the crib laying on a kush cloud

Getting zoned out, eyes red

Mama and my daddy said my mind dead

They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due

Fuck you ****, you gotta remind Fred

'Cause I'm carefree, sucker free

Remember when these **** wouldn't fuck with me

But now I'm on the screen and these magazines

They be tryna stop a **** like, smoke something, G

Yeah, could we get a couple grams? ****, hell nah

Unless you coming with the cash, tryna tell y'all

I got you motherfuckers gassed on the smell dog

So go on and take a hit on what I'm about to sell y'all

I gets high, uh

I, I, I gets high

I, I, I gets high

I, I, I gets high

I, I, I get so blowed I can't stand up

I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda

'Cause at my show I make them hoes put they hands up

And so they came back to my room to get rammed up

You tryna slam or what? Because I'm tryna to smoke

So when I finish with the Swishers I'll be down your throat

And two of y'all, one of me, three of us, should I hit my **** up?

Hell nah, I'ma pound 'em both

'Cause this a one job, ain't no need for the crew

Two snow bunnies on they knees, what it do?

White snow in the crib, if you need that too

There's some bitches and some bud, ****, bring that through

I gets high

I, I, I gets high

I, I, I gets high

I, I, I gets high

I, I, I gets high

Early in the morning getting high with crusty eyes

Rub her then I'm on her, well, you know it's do or die

Hopping on the porch, had to get on my grind

All because a trooper just copped to my nine

Back in that Caddy smoking Swisher with my ****

Make a store run, run that cup up full of liquor

Burning down basements, face red

Running by, stop to trick hoes and you know we ain't playing

Midwest living oven's open in the kitchen

Heating up the house where your shit could come up missing

Dope fiend tripping 'cause I just copped a nick

But he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket

All day long gotta get my wallet

Just pulled a deuce, and I'm smoking on the tropic

On a different subject, light to the topic

'Cause he talking money, so **** just stop it

All day long getting high on that low

Thick snow bunny be sniffing that snow

Talking last summer, I really don't know

'Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blown

I get high

I get high

I get high

I get high

Hey, are you okay?

You slobbering, you okay?

Is he okay?

Are you okay?

Ahh!

I'm putting this on, you shouldn't smoke that dipper for real

You aight?

Oh, my God

Ahh!

God bless, man