Right Above It

I'm right above all the rules, I'm the reason they need to be broke to obtain this
I roll a whole lot of reefer and smoke to the stinger 'cause shit could get dangerous
Don't tell a soul that I need ya, I keep all these shells by these Benjamin Franklins
I know for sure I'm conceited, if I go all out they'll still be like "He ain't shit"
I be on the top, on the move, I be on the top of the moon
I be so high in the sky, I look down, see my feet at the top of the roof
I'm rolling in rovers and ashing in craters, I'm needing all types of the fuel
You talking "Come over", I'm thinking bout later, I don't feel like chopping with you

I be on Merc', no helmet, just ski, think I'll meet Veli in Neverland
Go through the worst to learn how it be, I seen some shit that you never can
Pill in her purse is profit and peace, I feel like this surge is following me
I'm plugged with the yerk, you cop it for cheap, 'cause you can't be trusting just any man
I done been through way too many friends, I don't do circles or any trends
I love my weed and my tool, when life could be cruel, I be my own handyman
I be seeing red like bull, I feel like I'm cool on that shit that you getting in
I'm getting too old to be foolish, know what they pull when shit hit the ceiling fan
And Shoota hit me on the phone, he told me "Go up, we gon' make it"
And I got a feeling I know, so I don't take nothing to be wasted
I smell like the reefer, I know, at least I ain't pull up here wasted
I'm bout to pull out the lot in a all white whip and it feel like I'm racist
I don't feel nothing off the rip, when I see how they do it, that winning contagious
I couldn't tell you how all of this started, I been doing this shit for ages
I be forgetting sometimes I was born in 02 'cause I be feeling ancient
And nobody worried 'bout you, you just be in the way 'cause you never could face shit

It was a whole lot of rules to be broken for meeting my bro to obtain this
I roll a whole lot of reefer and smoke to the stinger 'cause shit could get dangerous
Don't tell a soul that I need ya, I keep all these shells by these Benjamin Franklins
I know for sure I'm conceited, if I go all out they'll still be like "He ain't shit"
I be on the top, on the move, I be on the top of the moon
I be so high in the sky, I look down, see my feet at the top of the roof
I'm rolling in rovers and ashing in craters, I'm needing all types of the fuel
You talking "Come over", I'm thinking bout later, I don't feel like chopping with you