H.S.L.
All my niggas roll up that...
(Foliage)
Don't act like you don't know that
(Know we get high, know we just)
Fogging up the ride with back (Woods and Games, lemme)
Take another gram of that (Mary Jane, blaze)
Lemme maneuver this bucket
Lemme live my life like "fuck it, high until I die"
Or til I kick this bucket
Feeling lucky? Pull up Google, boy
Could not find a flow that's slightly wetter
Swear yo verses painting pictures, well I say I doodle better
Nigga, step up
Precise, I only hit the neck up
Hit the highway to the Southside, baby
Burn one, two while I ride through Macon
Niggas on a come-up, whole game overtaken
Where the fuck you find a Southern raised Jamaican
Looking Cuban in the face
Twisted top with a fade
I'm twisting tops of em Js
And then away I'm fading
Tank on F on the road to success
I'mma make it, bitch
Mash on the gas
Break my foot off in the dashboard
This high speed life I lead in left lanes, fast forward
Through lovelier days, and all the lust in the night
We hit the interstate with more Optimos to ignite
And I done made so much muthafuckin' space
In between I and they because they ain't ever tried to elevate
Fuck is you saying
You could be laid up under a grave
You should aspire for something greater
While I ride through Decatur
Open up my Marley papers, I should write the rhymes on em
Then roll em up, call em "Airliners"
When you floating up, 30,000 feet
See me kicking back, where I'm bound to be
Put the jet on autopilot, let go the yoke, take another toke
I been breaking down these plants
Man we been planning on these stacks
Cuz niggas scamming, bitches 'Gramming
All this everyday shit, cuz
We all just want paper
Any mean or caper
Burning through these Js, bruh
Left Eye shit boy, rest her soul, my flow like waterfalls
Don't wanna slave no mo, just rock this black cotton
They doubting my drive
I tell em pull the pin, watch the time tick
And then when I truly blow, none of y'all can ride wit em
Mash on the gas, break my foot off in the dashboard
Mash on the gas, break my foot off in the dashboard
This high speed life I lead
(Foliage)
Don't act like you don't know that
(Know we get high, know we just)
Fogging up the ride with back (Woods and Games, lemme)
Take another gram of that (Mary Jane, blaze)
Lemme maneuver this bucket
Lemme live my life like "fuck it, high until I die"
Or til I kick this bucket
Feeling lucky? Pull up Google, boy
Could not find a flow that's slightly wetter
Swear yo verses painting pictures, well I say I doodle better
Nigga, step up
Precise, I only hit the neck up
Hit the highway to the Southside, baby
Burn one, two while I ride through Macon
Niggas on a come-up, whole game overtaken
Where the fuck you find a Southern raised Jamaican
Looking Cuban in the face
Twisted top with a fade
I'm twisting tops of em Js
And then away I'm fading
Tank on F on the road to success
I'mma make it, bitch
Mash on the gas
Break my foot off in the dashboard
This high speed life I lead in left lanes, fast forward
Through lovelier days, and all the lust in the night
We hit the interstate with more Optimos to ignite
And I done made so much muthafuckin' space
In between I and they because they ain't ever tried to elevate
Fuck is you saying
You could be laid up under a grave
You should aspire for something greater
While I ride through Decatur
Open up my Marley papers, I should write the rhymes on em
Then roll em up, call em "Airliners"
When you floating up, 30,000 feet
See me kicking back, where I'm bound to be
Put the jet on autopilot, let go the yoke, take another toke
I been breaking down these plants
Man we been planning on these stacks
Cuz niggas scamming, bitches 'Gramming
All this everyday shit, cuz
We all just want paper
Any mean or caper
Burning through these Js, bruh
Left Eye shit boy, rest her soul, my flow like waterfalls
Don't wanna slave no mo, just rock this black cotton
They doubting my drive
I tell em pull the pin, watch the time tick
And then when I truly blow, none of y'all can ride wit em
Mash on the gas, break my foot off in the dashboard
Mash on the gas, break my foot off in the dashboard
This high speed life I lead
Credits
Writer(s): Kevon Arenas
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