I'm So High

Teddy Pentagram what they call me on the weekend, yeah

Z-Ro

The Mo City Don, a.k.a., the King of the Ghetto

I'd like to tell all my haters, "Thank you very much"

'Cause without y'all, where would I be?

Shit, I'd probably be one of y'all

You gotta tuck ya shirt in for this one here

This grown man music, ya dig?

Hol' up, somebody said they was a player

But they ain't looking nothing like me

87-32 in gator, gangsta fly, that's all that I can be

I got my styrofoam, mean mug my face, want you to leave me alone

Anytime you see me rollin', bet I'm rollin' on chrome

And I'll never sell my soul

This the H, not that other thing

Mane, I know they gon' hate

Run up on me wrong, you know it's on my waist

Ease up off the gas, never riding on my brake

Or my next vacation, it'll be at the state

Wide lens, coming down I-10

Promethazine dripping down my chin

1 Deep for life, that means I'm my friend

They think I'm a mason, but I'm amazing when I'm blazing

Smoking on that good 'cause it make a real player feel good

Tipping through the hood, all leather, diamonds up against the wood

Keep it silent like I should, still living like I wish a hater would

And I know these lames wanna take me off my game

But I don't even think a hater could

I'm so high

Always

And I'm so high

Like, always

I'm so high

Always

And I'm so high

Like, always

Money in my pocket, kush in my cigar

Macallan in my bottle, I hope I don't go too hard

I don't want to hurt nobody, just trying to relax

Don't run up on me, homie, you gon' make me relapse

Money in my pocket, kush in my cigar

Macallan in my bottle, I hope I don't go too hard

I'm so high I got to look down to look at you

Get you myself, I ain't gon' send the hood at you

All you got to do is bring the money right back

Or your head full of lumps, it'll be too many for an ice pack

Just married my woman, money, it's us they throw the rice at

Killing these player haters they don't know where they left their life at

I'm not OJ Simpson, 'cause I remember where my knife at

Disrespect me, you gon' be who I throw lefts and rights at

Y'all got the upper hand last time, but I came right back

Only kick it with players, never catch me where the strife at, so I

Smoking on that good 'cause it make a real player feel good

Tipping through the hood, all leather, diamonds up against the wood

Keep it silent like I should, still living like I wish a hater would

And I know these lames wanna take me off my game

But I don't even think a hater could

I'm so high

Always

And I'm so high

Like, always

I'm so high

Always

And I'm so high

Like, always