[Verse 1: TomArts]

Catch me getting high certainly
Invite some bitches To come kick it like an amputee
 It's the world or me I'm what my fans came to see
I smoke weed in the public blatantly
Phone case by Givenchy Well coordinated it's kinda hard to miss me
 Fuck y'all niggas It's kinda hard to diss me
Y'all be mad if I popped shots like Doug Christie
 Faggot nigga don't tempt me
Boy I'm suave always And stay leaning sideways like bad toupee's
My team bound to see better days Long distance business
 Beat Japanese anyways Flow stronger than many slaves
 Emcees best behave It ain't nothing for me to put em in their place
 This is just a little taste
 K Rivers here too Killed year one
 What you think I'm doing year two
Niggas in 2012 spittin like they Papoose
 That's truth word to this sour d
 No bling but my gold might say a few things
Yeah we up in VR rocking like a seesaw
Letting this steam off 

 [Verse 2: K. Rivers]

 Rollin up know my niggas in the back wit me
 We so mother fuckin' high I can dap biggie
 Dream big to the days we elapse Diddy
 It's all crabs no tigers “tyga“ in my rack city
 This that smooth shit criminals move wit
 Just that cool shit I'm kicking like Q-tip
 These niggas lightweight nigga I'm flu sick
 I'm Ben Gordon I ain't dealin wit bullshit
 Im on a mission for sex money amd power
 Twistin up blunt thinking bout my next dollar
 Mac full of beats and a swisher full of sour
 Tryna pimp the game just to get some money out of her
 The powder in my kitchen made impossible my vision
 I'm focused on the ends like apocalyptic Christians
 Purple in my cup while I'm poppin this prescription
 Ink from my soul just to document my visionExplain