[Verse 1: Mike Check]
I get down but I'm high up, smoking on five blunts
Not a drug that I haven't tried once, high as fuck
But I'm down to the earth like Chris Rock
Do my thing, fuck the king the crowns cursed let my shit rock
Hip hop in my veins flowing through to my brain so I'm gunna do my thing like a boomerang
Comeback even hard amongst blacks get dark young cat I'm starting dumb raps
Getting smarter than a 5th grader
Eat em up cause my shits greater like a dictator
Make paper when I speak to the people in the street
Nas already did it yo this the sequel to the beat
Gifted with the words when I'm lifting up the herb
Getting high its revenge hittin turds on the birds thats my word
What goes around comes around
So play it safe cause it could come back around
Anytime they in place they could dime bag your face before its too late bitch
Only one who makes your bed now you gotta lay in it
Before you start saying shit about my beat up shoes
Spend a day in it and get up off that hater shit
Yeah I got a big head but I spit hot like a big red
Gotta buzz like a skinhead
Did 10 out of 10 when they judged the kid
Little dude with a loud voice cause my nuts are big
Plus I love to spit
I hold it down if you got a dub of piff
Roll it now, burn it down to the fingertips
Light up a bigger spliff
My mom yell cause the smell of the L in the car got that linger piff
Cruising with my dudes on a L ride up the Deegan
Got about a dutch I got cheap friends
Every time they puff always chiefin
Smoke til I'm sleeping, choke til I'm breathing
Bitch we are all high yo, eyes low
Cruising around the Bronx to the YO (Yonkers)
[Hook]
Get get get get get get get get
Get down get down x2
[Verse 2: Dylan Stack]
Getting bread,they pucker up in sour dough
I have them fucking off a Loko and a Adderal
Got to tame them I dont care I'm an animal
I bounce around New York like a fucking basketball
Stoudemire style nobody party wild
Every day my car smells like a chronic fire
College scene and I'm buying bitches jello viles
Til i got these kids banged up like a pedophile
Rapping with the fire, I actually inspire
Them to get a grip, no slipping on the pliers
Not tripping on these liars just sipping, getting higher
Hazed it, Blazement, hanging on the flyer
That was on the corner, play these kids like Pop Warner
Steaming out, bitches sweat like we are in a sauna
Hit the showers in about a half and hour
Ima have shorty over, yeah yeah I'm gunna wow her
Pow pow she out, I ain't fucking with a stout
I ain't even get it, what the fuck is that about
Dumb bitch in your life just double in your strife
You can get a piece and not call her every night
Balling with the strife, ref calling this one right
Call her like "alright just wear something tight"
Get high get light yeah something like a kite
We got next we got checks, something like the flights
Dylan on the keys straight killing with the ease
Peanuts your knee nuts you can't have these
Half krill half breed half skill half head
The pill thats he, thats real thats me
The lyricist thats known to intricate
Or intimate with [?] flipping [?] we rip this shit
Thats the style that I'm known for
Im known more to bone whores and then toss em out my home
So my homies know I rap the flows, awesome on the tracks
So i tell you so bastards know the master of disaster yo