High Off Life

I got my team with me, it's time to make a run
Fuck the setbacks, fuck the letdowns, bitch, I am the one
All that doubtin', all that talkin', I ain't hearin' none
She try to trap me with a baby, I ain't havin' one

I got on Ric Flair's, baby, this 3000 for my coat
I will never catch a cold, ain't no label if you know you know
On a mountain top, like we in Poconos
Bitch, we havin' shit, we ain't sharein' clothes

Pickin' bitches out, like Eeny Miny Moe
Countin' digits up, I need a hundred shows
I give you a discount, you get it for the low
I got a warehouse, look like we in fuckin' Lowe's

10 car garage, that's the fuckin' vision
Where the pole at? My young niggas, they fishin
Shout out V1, I'm fuckin' with vision
All my niggas shinin', we ain't doin' division

Need that Maybach, need that Cullinan too
Loyal to the king, then I'm orderin' two
Nigga, y'all surprised, bitch, this ain't nothin' new
This ain't no enterprise, bitch, I'm leaving' with who



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Writer(s): Ryan Lowe
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