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So High

UncleMugz
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It's been said that you smoked in the White House Do you have footage? Did you smoke in the White House? Do you have footage? I don't have footage Back with another track that's oh so sick Higher than a giraffe on a pogo stick Twist up so many splits, man, this ain't no joke So they call me a "Roll-Model" but you don't want This smoke Fuck all the haters, bro, who fucking needs them? I know my rhyme's are dope, cause I wrote them With my weed pen Talking gas, baby, burn every time I put a hit out The roof's on fire, get the wife and kids out! I'm high off the chronic, my verses roll tight Blunt with the bars, you hear every line ignite Every bar I exhale makes the crowd get hazy And you can't see me cause my delivery's crazy Baked nice when I'm writing, cooking up these Classics Smoking on the scene, you know my pen game's Jurassic Stay lit like the tip, yeah, I'm fire the booth Take a hit, spit a bit, then switch to Super Boof Roll up on the track like a joint on a mission Got some green in my pocket, talking trees and Ambition I'm smokin it now, say it loud, I know you can hear Me Puffin on success, I can see the vision clearly Took a toke, then I spoke, now the bar's got a flame I'm Kushin all the limits, now I got OG on the brain I blow Haze out the window like I'm ducking the Feds Like White Widow, my flow stays stuck in your head Coming to try and stop me, you might need a team I'll smoke all you fools like I do the Blue Dream That ain't even like me though, I don't like fights I'd Rather sit back and chill and puff on these Northern Lights I'm the king of this shit! that's a statement to make, Sounds like someone had too much of their Wedding Cake I really am though, and I won't be told My stock is getting higher than Acapulco Gold I mean, I'm on fire, man, for the rest of my days Okay, Mugz, just put down the Super Lemon Haze Damn, I got the munchies, now let's go to 7-Eleven Shit mugs, you smoke all the AK-47? Fuck where my keys at? How the hell would I know? Fuck the car, man, let's just take the White Rhino We can't, we don't have enough, you smoked all that For lunch And by the way, let me just say, that it packs a Purple Punch It really does, but not like Hawaiian Snow It's more like a Trainwreck crossed with Urban Gelato Okay, I guess there's nothing left I can say or do I'll just save my breath and this Gorilla Glue