They ain't high as us
****** lying to ya
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
They ain't high as us
There's more money to get, cars to park
B*****s to break, wars to start
I'm still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it's only us, dog
****** ain't high as us
Lying to ya
Uh, undetected by radar
Closed circuit track, endurance laps, race cars
You ****** just say y'all
Doing that s**t, I been into it *****, play ball
Junior varsity don't want no parts of me, triple O
I just drive like that to protect my rims, I ain't slow
Tell me it's 'bout a check, you'll see how fast it go
That drug dealer flow, George Gervin, ice cold
Finger roll with that pen, I turn that paper into gold
Axl Rose through the Bose in my Rolls
Through the concrete you see a rose still rose
Counted up a million dollars 'fore that sun rose
Spitting game for the Range, dropping tracks for the racks
In the booth of the crib with the boat docks in the back
With them automated gates, remote control's in my lap
'84 riding, I did that for my lifers
Yea, uh
It's more money to get, cars to park
B*****s to break, wars to start
I'm still living my life
There are no stars
Way out here, it's only us, dog
(Way out here)
Way out here, you can feel the ambiance
Hundred thousand dollar V's, bottles of Dom Pérignon
Keep the profit from the brick you popped your cherry on
White CL Benz dealin', I throw my cherries on
I think about money yea a lot of money
I'm speaking lotto money, Abu Dhabi money
Same old stoner, yea I'm blowing loud
You can grow **** but I can exhale and grow a cloud
You ain't real high, you mid-level
Smoking on that s**t we let the kids peddle
I made a couple M's off what them kids peddle
Speak on my name wrong, bet you see them kids' metal
Blast for me, is a blasphemy
Say the realest ***** alive, I think you asked for me
I'm jet-setting with my ***** Spitta
We like to speak paper and it's getting thicker