High Tolerance

Ooo, ahh, aye, alright
Let's go
Ahh

My tolerance is higher than the chimney out ya roof
My tolerance with the mic never ends in the booth
Sittin' in the ER got me thinkin' bout the truth
I'm feelin' like the stoop kid who never left his stoop (Ahh)
I gotta think outside the box, the booth be the box
My mind goes on a journey when I'm lit off the moonrocks
My brain kickin' it on the moon it's boutta moon walk (Let's go)
My mind keep it movin' I'm surprised that it don't walk (Ha)
Let the money speak its language
I let the doe talk (Walk it out)
Tryna get this foreign paper
Bitch I'm boutta globetrot (Ahh)
Ballin' with these tricks I never miss a shot
Never pushed the bricks, all I did was push the pot to get the guap

& now, I'm doin' my own thang
Ridin' in my own lane
Me & my whole team
We 'bout the change
I'm tryna make a change from back in the day (Aye)
When I used to scrape for change
& now I'm tryna make a way
Til the day come around that no one askin' me for change
I'ma help you make a way out (Way out)
Cus I was deep & way down (Way down)
I had to be the one to make my way out (Let's make it out)
I'm the one who be callin' all the plays now (Plays now)
Feelin' like everything is fallin' into place now (Yeah yeah)

Fallin' into place now
It's feelin' like its fate now (It's fate now)
& we don't take no days off now
Smokin' while I'm workin' & I'm coughin'
I'm kush coughin' til the day I hit the coffin
I ain't gon' be buried in no coffin
Burn me, into ash like how I burn my blunts so often
My weed too frosty
I'm the one who's really bossin' (Ahh)
I work 'til I'm exhausted
If you all up on me better back up off me
Or I will have you bodied up & put in a coffin (You gone)
My mind on another level
Better level up & catch up
I don't smoke witchu bruh unless we match up
That's just straight facts bruh
I keep it blunt, I keep shit blunted
I never front, I'm two damn hundred (Ahh ahh ahh)
Off three blunts I end up hungry
Three meals a day go away to my stomach
Fo' bruhs wit' me like I be YG 4 Hunnid (Ooo)
Laughin' to the bank five days a week with funny money (Ha)
I smoke my weed out in public, this life I love it (Let's go)

& now, I'm doin' my own thang (Ahh ahh ahh)
Ridin' in my own lane
Me & my whole team
We 'bout the change
I'm tryna make a change from back in the day (Back in the day)
When I used to scrape for change
& now I'm tryna make a way
Til the day come around that no one askin' me for change (Let's go)
I'ma help you make a way out (Way out)
Cus I was deep & way down (Way down)
I had to be the one to make my way out (I made it out)
I'm the one who be callin' all the plays now
Feelin' like everything is fallin' into place now

Into place now
Into place now
Dippin' into outer space now



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Solorio
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