(Hook)

Henny In My Cup; Got That White Fire In My Blunt

Imma Get High, Touch The Sky; Reppin’ East Los Till I Die

Henny In My Cup; Got That White Fire In My Blunt

Imma Get High, Touch The Sky; Reppin’ East Los Till I Die

(Verse 1)

Cruising in the phantom; puffing OG with my friends

Imma stay chasing paper, you be out here chasing trends

Better watch what you say; I’ll put a price on your head

Stay loyal to the soil ; keep it g till my death

I don’t fuck with people; got too much on my plate

Been making moves like chess, but I ain’t coming here to play

Student of the game; got this shit on lock like a safe

Funny how I’m cold blooded but I still can’t stand a snake

Picasso with the words; the way I paint a picture perfectly

Killing rappers left and right; might let you live out of courtesy

Hate never burdens me and bullshit never worries me

Rucku$ got the juice; in your bitches’ guts like surgery

(Hook)

Henny In My Cup; Got That White Fire In My Blunt

Imma Get High Touch The Sky; Reppin’ East Los Till I Die

Henny In My Cup; Got That White Fire In My Blunt

Imma Get High Touch The Sky; Reppin’ East Los Till I Die

(Verse 2)

Everybody wanna be famous

Everybody wanna tote that stainless

They flexing for some head but they brainless

Soul ain’t for soul; rather die nameless

Third eye vision sees through all the fake shit

Got no type of patience for fake imitations

Started from the bottom; I ain’t talking bout the basement

Exes crawling back once I changed up like a facelift

All gassed up like propane

Fast cars, fast money, got no time for slow change

Hit you with this tech and you feel no pain

Fuck all these no names

Off the blow like Coltrane; insane

Lemme blow ya mind like Cobain

Air Max 95s; all white like cocaine

Bringing back the jazz like Soul Train