[Verse: AK]

Floatin' high

OG skunk and blunt, I'm fried

Mom produced a Gemini, so I'm usually twice as fly

Sorry Houston, height reducing

Test the gods, how 'bout you try?

Step to dog lose bone from spine

Don't be a clone get a hold of your mind, nigga

Stoned, sipping slow off a pint

Get engulfed with the times

Every line shine gold like I wrote them in a mine

Mute a nigga's soul like a nigga was a mime

Everyday I feel gold, Abdul in his prime

Had to change my moves like I'm playing Street Fighter

Now I never lose nigga leave retired

Show you how I do when you see that she's mine

Had a dream and I turned that shit into real life

Lax in the back but the pack never solid

Rap give me racks but a stack never counted

Strapped with the packs and everything around it

Plus a bitch with an ass that detract all my problems

Zip in the stash every time on the scene

Keep a nigga bag, all this ganja for me

Pull up on an ave with the squad for the beef

Cuz you gotta have war for the times for the peace (peace)

Zip in the stash on the scene

Keep a nigga bag, all this ganja for me

Swerve on the ave with the squad with the beef

Already ready for the war homie ride for the piece (piece)

Y'all niggas better make way, make way

Living out my team, get the fuck out of my lane

Going nuts for the pay day (pay day)

When my moms need a house and my pops needs a Range

Pops needs a ounce and a fuckin' diamond ring

Man I lose count, need a bunch of other things

So I can't stop until I reign as a king

And the whole generation going hard in the paint (paint)

24 years on this earth

Mirror, mirror who the illest I appear with a nurse

Putting sinners in the river, hold them down till they float

Tell them haters better bow, we the gods of the coast (coast)

Know to bring the loud to the show

Hit the famous weed spot for the pounds of the dro (dro)

Circus, you a clown with the clothes

I enlighten like a circuit, lay it down with the flow

Y'all niggas better make way, make way

Livin' out my team, get the fuck outta my lane

Goin' nuts for the pay day, pay day

When my moms need a house and my pops needs a Range

Pops needs a ounce and a fuckin' diamond ring

Man, I lose count, need a bunch of other things

So I can't stop until I reign as a king

And the whole generation goin' hard in the paint, paint