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Nesby Phips
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Wiz Khalifa
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Bone snaps and crane kicks
Divine intervention, I was put here to change shit
By hook or Crooks and Castles, draped up in the same fit
Been rockin' it for days now and will until the pay stop
See, there's no dinner or winner for second place, huh?
Yeah, that's what I figure, so I handle my business
Confidentiality, all my plans to get richer
Then I master my role as my plan unfold
Right moves, make sure the left hand don't know
Words from a wiser predecessor, never let up
I know how to spot a fool 'cause he never shut up
If you speak it, you don't know it, you know it, you don't speak it
Can't feel me if you put your vertebrae on the speakers
See you got the beat and your nine on you
I get higher than Chong on bongs in California
Catch me in your in local cool spots, catty corner
Virgins to the herb frown at that aroma
For those inquisitive, scoot closer to Phips a bit
I invite you to get higher than what you've experienced
Um, there's some who think they smoke, but we stay higher
And some think they get fly, but we get flyer
They lookin' for the planes, we done cruised right by you
Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say, "No" (No)
It's everywhere we go (Go)
Uh, woke up in the morning
Some ashes in the sink, couple drinks we was pourin' in
My niggas sleep, bitches rollin' weed while I'm yawning
It's just a routine after a night of performing
I turn the hotel into a Polo party
Makin' them eggs with cheese
Let 'em smoke so much weed, them hoes think we in the '70s
Big dog, better pedigree, she in this king size bed with me
Give her space, boy, I let her breathe
And I mean that technically
Roll up the trees like my weed grown medically
Less of the seeds, niggas still got the hatin' disease
When actually, they know, bite or bark, fight or heart
I'ma keep rollin' trees, nigga, light or spark
Taylor in my walk, karate in my talk
Now that's gangster
Um, there's some who think they smoke, but we stay higher
And some think they get fly, but we get flyer
They lookin' for the planes, we done cruised right by you
Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say, "No" (No)
It's everywhere we go (Go)