Verse 1 - Feltz
Swag on drip got them balmains
Swerve in the BMW that’s that i8
Smoke my weed and get high like a sky scrape
And I’m always high cos I love high grade
Won’t catch me sipping on the drank
See me smoking stank
Rolling with thangs
Let them go bang... bang
Weapon on my hip I got it tucked
Try to fuck about I’ll push your wig up
When we come for the goods give it up
We’re be off the drug so we don’t give a fuck
Hustle for the money cos we gotta get the bucks
Hustle for the money then we go and fuck the sluts
Gotta get the money just so we can live it up
I’ve been sick and tired of sitting here stuck
And I ain’t tryna push my luck but open up
I might just leave you in the dust cos I ain’t giving up
I’mma keep on doing this cos I ain’t giving up
Imma keep on smoking on my weed heading up
Staring at the stars remind me of your eyes
I’ll be going for first so I better get my prize
Is all of this love really worth the price
I’ll be up and above I’ll be always getting high
Get me on the mic so I can talk my mind
Get me under the light so I can go and shine
Give me your love so I can make you mine
When I get up then I’ll give you all my time
I’m just tryna make it
Old friends hate it
Old friends snaked it
But that shit was blatant
But I’m here staying patience
Nearly 30 god damn I feel ancient
Praying that Pyrah doesn’t get taken