[Verse 1: GLC]

Man what a life merlot over the ice

Feeling kinda gifted here shawty was right

Blow a little kush then call it a night

My ism is a plus sound mac in device

Never set aside nothing will suffice

Until she went to church my vision will entice

Her to get naked, may only take a second

Church on the move my ism is effective

Solidified limit is on the rise

Bring your girl around and then let her decide

Pro with game equipped with a poet aim

Burn out these lames' game like yoga flame

Once she hear that weak ass shit she gonna complain

Man I give her hope like the pope do

High hopes I let her roll and smoke too

When she went to church she see dreams come true

At the Ritz grab your crew and come through

Coming to fruition, pay lawyer fees never pay tuition

As We proceed to get cheese and flicking

Haters aggravated, mad a player made it

Mr GLC my paper done levitated

All throughout the 'Go, I had to let em know

Riding in the fast line, just came from driving slow

[Hook:Josephine]

I'm so high, I'm so high

I hope I'll never come down

So if I fall, if I fall

I hope I land on the cloud

I'm so high, so high

I'm standing on higher ground

So if I fall, if I fall

I hope I land on the cloud

[Verse 2:Phil Ade]

So much for you niggas that didn't believe

I Swear my next vaca' is a trip to Belize

Who you niggas out plotting on, shit puh'lease

I had my niggas get at em like living with Eve

I be in K street Sunday, Eden on Monday

Benz ain't mine but picture me in a Hyundai

Mmm nah, that ain't fit in the frame

They ain't as fly as Phil, wire sale fit with the frames

Get paid to party now shit is insane

All I can think about is money swear that shit is engrained

Can blame with what I came from, pain from a pay stub

With a couple of digits like they must have been kidding

Had enough school it was interrupting my mission

My mom like look at all that stuff I missing

And in my head I'm saying look at all the stuff I'm getting

Got a whole wardrobe from being tough with the spitting

In the club with the dub sack stuck in my pants

And something top shelf in the cup that I'm sipping

Haters what are you tripping for? tweeting subliminal

I'm on and I ain't coming off your screen like its pick-n-roll

When it's over I give-n-go

Even though the flow is three below

Got these hoes giving up cerebral

I'mma keep it go for now I'm hustling

The game I'm just in now I gotta get that Bieber dough

Sunny I swear that most rappers is losers

We indie balling you niggas should call us Hoosiers

Hold on to your soul you can lose yours

Hold on to your hoes I could use yours

I'm here to move and soar to new heights

To prove you niggas wrong and all my dudes right

To show you my endeavors for the better

So even when I fall you'll remember me forever

[Hook]

Pulled up in the S class, blowing the best grass

Walk straight in we don't need a guest pass

No time for your feelings girl just ass

And if your man want a problem he can just ask

Grab a glass pour the red berry

Tonight let's get throwed, hail mary

So let the j go round and round and watch it all come crashing down