1000 Feet Up
OxyContin popping motherfuckers, that's what we on
1000 feet up in the air get your skis on
And we on, til we die, they still gon sing these songs
Underground legend, we gon be here for eons
We on the block we run out when police come
Tator tottin on the pot; up and down on the clock
My fiend too picky always talkin bout they need rock
Put it on the oven keep it there until dem Gs hot
Free my nigga Cooley I'm still thinking bout when he out
When you behind dem walls you know we all that we got
Throwin 4s in every picture I ain't got no thumbs on
Niggas asking for a front and I ain't got no crumbs for em
Call a nigga back to back bitch you must want something
My lil nigga in da trap and he got dat pole on em
If he get caught I know he never told on em
40 with a 30 on it bitch we gon fold something
How you wearing gold but you say let me hold something
Blocked numbers keep callin 5-0 must know something
I'm a Juvenile with Cash Money; I flip student loans
Poppin on this molly everybody get your roll on
If you know the Birdman, we gon send a flock home
I keep dat glock on like Barack keep dat tie on
I get in da pot like iron man bitch dats my stone
Bitch I'm in da kitchen I mix mannitol with my tone
Bitches say I'm rappin monotone bitch that's my tone
I'm back in da 90's everybody Callin Tyrone
Body calling Tyrone
Like I'm in the 90's everybody calling my phone
I get in the & mix it up with all of my tone
1000 feet up in the air get your skis on
And we on, til we die, they still gon sing these songs
Underground legend, we gon be here for eons
We on the block we run out when police come
Tator tottin on the pot; up and down on the clock
My fiend too picky always talkin bout they need rock
Put it on the oven keep it there until dem Gs hot
Free my nigga Cooley I'm still thinking bout when he out
When you behind dem walls you know we all that we got
Throwin 4s in every picture I ain't got no thumbs on
Niggas asking for a front and I ain't got no crumbs for em
Call a nigga back to back bitch you must want something
My lil nigga in da trap and he got dat pole on em
If he get caught I know he never told on em
40 with a 30 on it bitch we gon fold something
How you wearing gold but you say let me hold something
Blocked numbers keep callin 5-0 must know something
I'm a Juvenile with Cash Money; I flip student loans
Poppin on this molly everybody get your roll on
If you know the Birdman, we gon send a flock home
I keep dat glock on like Barack keep dat tie on
I get in da pot like iron man bitch dats my stone
Bitch I'm in da kitchen I mix mannitol with my tone
Bitches say I'm rappin monotone bitch that's my tone
I'm back in da 90's everybody Callin Tyrone
Body calling Tyrone
Like I'm in the 90's everybody calling my phone
I get in the & mix it up with all of my tone
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Writer(s): Ty'rone Fisher
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