[Intro]

They're all very different people, they come from very different backgrounds

About the only thing they have in common is dedication to what they are doing

If they didn't have that, they wouldn't stay alive

[Verse 1: Pat Stash]

First of all, shout outs the ports of call

I sort of fall victim to the worst reports

Of course it's forced, the trap is the first retort

I try and walk tall, when my money is short

This ain't heaven sent man, it's built with bare hands

Man's got bare plans, looking to the future

Some got none, 9-5 computers

Pеace to commuters, and workplace till lootеrs

Still shooters and pints, on Saturday night shift

A right is my right, it's tight like the vice grip

Wrapped on my right wrist, it's deep when I'm like this

See when I'm hypest, Pat Stash the tightest

On the market, I can't see a better offer

I stay cark, cuh your routine like benta-coppers

To East End friends, it's best if we sell the toast

Make a false move, get turned into reticles

[Verse 2: Young Max]

Yo what the hell is this they're selling us? I'm not buying none of it

I'll buy a rusted bayonet and wave it at the sun and shit

And that's about the sum of it, so far, lately

Running summit right though, the fake G's hate me

Like, no way baby, I never wanna go

I wanna stay up on the stage with the rave it up flow

Yo, the off the top rockin' is, got spots poppin' this

Proper hot, nonstop, stuff for your offices

Office jobs, officers, and offers little promises

The hollowed out models who, call themselves your followers

I'll follow this, honest shit, let me speak upon it

See, tone is the tonic for the modern goddess prophet shit

Allow the champ, I wanna win it for the team

We got soul light out there, in it for the green

Another cynic with a dream, no mimic of the scene

There's no limit to the cream, but I wanna hear you scream

[Chorus x2]

Let's get high

A lot of stressin' cause the stressin' ain't right

Let's get high

Forget the rest, man, the rest is just hype

[Verse 2: Pat Stash]

You better watch your watch, cause time waits for no man

The track make you hold hands, like a slow jam

Even if your heart's cold, like a snowman

You hear the flow, see the focus in the program

You mans can't cut the mustard

I'm pullin' out all stops, the two thousand pack, pullin' the shots

Smash the chops, got beats like cash pots

You might have forgot, the star forged in the year dot

I fear not, get your ears hot

Beer's got purchase from the beer shop

Guzzle when I hear stop

I get ahead of myself, so in the future I'll be lookin' back

I'm breadin' myself, broke and beggin' for wealth

Spent cash on wax and wine

I got vision when most mans are lackin' design

Lackin' a spine, in the corner wastin' your time

And that's fine, I made this nice with mind, like

[Verse 3: Young Max]

Yeah, we got the styles to make a trucker hat, sucker stare

Stash that in your Donald Duck Tupperware

The best test of the greater or the lesser

Do you stress it on the pressure or do you just get fresher?

Admire in the mud, blood and fire for the gob

Like wire to the dog base, struggle with the sub

And the beats keep on comin' like moths to a flame

Reinvest returns off the cost of the game

Lanes floss with the chain, I'm stayin' in the trades

But not afraid to say it, cause I paid and displayed love, since day one

Since Neil Kinnick is still in it

Killin' out the rhythm and distilling ill lyrics

Yeah, we bump Bill Withers, makin' nil figures

Since eatin' school dinners and we're still spinnin' winners

Even hill-figure killers, big up ill diggers

Cause the real kids dig us, are you all still with us

[Outro]

Let's get high

A lot of stressin', cause the stressin' ain't right

Let's get high

Forget the rest, man, the rest is just hype

Let's get high

A lot of stressin', cause the stressin' ain't right

Let's get high

Forget the rest, man, the rest is all shite

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