[Verse 1: MONK]

Higher than a 747

All the souls of those who passed on 9/11, rest in peace

Thought I almost lost my mother and my bredren

So I got to make it 'fore they sent to Heaven

'Cause, ain't too many smiles on my nigga's faces

They ain't complacent with the bullshit that they facing

[?] my herb, my motivation

For writing all these lines, I hope that y'all can trace 'em

Follow that, and I ain't talking tweeting

Don't [?] fucking relatives [?], so I ain't sleeping

I'm never slipping, like I was in the shower freaking

I'm tryna have us all living like every day's the weekend

The weed lit, my cup chilled

And we ain't stressin 'bout that O.E. that we just spilled

Self made, so I'm tryna build

Been too long at the bottom, ain't see the top still

[Chorus]

My cup filled, my cup cold

Just copped, I just rolled

Model chick, she at least a dime

I say we children of the world, I say the world's mine

[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]

This Cali grown got me hella blown

With my head up in the stars like a telescope

You can find me with a yellow bone

And she probably trying to get in the zone or something

It's enticing, he got a bad temper like lightning

He never hit twice in the same spot

I suggest you stand back if you can't box

These Vans never even hit the skate shop

I'm on bullshit chillin' in a tank-top

With like three bad bitches, Baywatch

My bad, I don't really like degrading women

But half these rappers ain't living how they say they living

The line between real and fake is now paper thin

And this is sucker free, so at least try to pay attention

Or pay your dues, and don't make a move

It's pay-per-view, no cablevision

[Katt Williams]

All I'm saying, you gotta enjoy your motherfucking life

That's all the fuck I'm sayin', enjoy your goddamn life

Some of y'all just need to smoke some weed and see if it don't help the quality of your motherfuckin' life

[Verse 3: Rokamouth]

Can''t wait till i get my big shine

Be like "I'm finally famous"

Fell like I finally made it

Caught up the dreams that I'm chasing

Competition is patient, as if we're racing

But I, am going in like a life sentence I'm facing

At least a 8th, of my favorite flower

She say my words shine so sweet, even though I smell like sour

I gave em food for thought, she gave me thoughts for hours

And chasing pussy get you laid but it don't get you power