Verse 1

I’m too high for this or maybe

I ain’t high enough

Where’s the highest cliff

I ain’t think I seen enough

Boy don’t pass the spliff

I think I want another blunt

They acting it, I’ll smack the kid

Ain’t having it, niggah find Me In the air

Traffic is an accident

Blew my tire

But a Niggah needn’t spare

Fluent with cool as this fluent shit

Bitch you mustn’t triple dare

Cuz I’m a dog, I’m a hound

On my back you raising hairs

You got em in the air woah

Now I’m higher than a sparrow

Call a niggah weirdo

You could find me where tho

Don’t know jack about the sparrow

Find me in the layer hoe

Find me in the rare coat

Coming in a pair

Woah

Ain’t need a spare note

Niggah took the stairs

Soaked in sweat

A niggah he drenched

Don’t need a pinch

I think he awoke

He float

What is your hoax

Tell me all the answers for I’m off of this boat

Off of this road

Coughin out smoke

Feelin it so potent

We ain’t do this for your entertainment

Y’all just tainted

Niggah I ain’t wishing to be sainted

But I’ll paint it Van Gogh

There that niggah go

Figgoro o figgoro

Bitter snow

Out the litter rose

Eye leave it In the air

Smoke

Like a niggah has been caught

By the opp

Off the block

Got no rock in the sock

But his hand on the Glock

Parallel with his

Badge

Already bloodied his rag

Ain’t playing no tag

Don’t want four up in the back

Yeah you empty out your mag

I ain’t tryna he lagged

Y’all the queens of the drag cuz you bitch to the flag

So across at you I laugh In the air with a fist let a snake go and hiss

Raid a statement like this

Know they paid your statement

Wrote it too, they’ll quote it too

Social fued

No social due

Meditation in the air

Y’all sedated in ya chairs

Overstated so listen hear

Hook(Tre Youth and IMJLS)

There’s jealousy in the air

There’s jealousy in the air(x2)

Shawn Kemp when I walk in

Young nigga shit talking

All this work exhausting

I deserve all this flossin

Wouldn't know what the cost is

Layback chill

Now how you feel

Damn this shit is real

Grind and make a mil

I can’t sit still

Workin till I’m ill

Make music that will heal

I won’t sign a deal

They don’t know how it feels

To be drowning in the hood

Whole city in the mud

--I ain't had enough

I keep rolling up --

Now we in the cut

Now we out the mud

I been counting up

Now we out the mud

City give me love

Now we got the plug

Now we got the drugs