[Verse 1: ChrisCo]
MC's shake when he steps in the session
Anything other than rap is just his second selection
You must respect his progression in this industry of flaws and lies
Livin' for that motivation the applause provides
I'm the shit, bitch, wash your panties
Motherfucker, I got bars like a jar of Xannies
Weed Swishers, three bitches and a case of drank
We on that twenty pound re-up while you slang an eighth
We don't need this space, slow weight
Representin' from the South to the Great Lakes state
Wе spit like that .50 Cal, you a fake tre-еight
There's nothin' I won't take, I got an evil conscience
You'll never top the shit we've done or what we will accomplish
Early mornings, late nights, I never learned to play nice
I just love to burn herb and take flights
But this is ChrisCo, O. Trice, and Killa Kyleon
They don't make a drug to simulate the type of high we on

[Chorus: ChrisCo]
I don't run, I don't fail, I don't hide
Always keep the track armed then I aim with both eyes
Get gone when you see a player
Hit the L and take off like "See ya later"
We on a different high
Got no time to fuck around, I've been in and out of town
Laid back but when it's time to lay it down
Get gone when you see a player
Hit the L and take off like "See ya later"
We on a different high
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
Yeah, Detroit native is back with some more flavor
Commemorate the fact that he kept in y'all favor
Never turned his back on rap than what he gave 'em
First solo act with a plaque and y'all saved him
Y'all made him, only reason that he pacin'
Late in the studio just to get it in the A.M
When ChrisCo say "Let's go" it's time to slay them
Police issue pistols is what's blazin'
We turn a song you sing to a murder scene
Emergencies cut through your skinny jeans
Obie's been many things, a bitch ain't one
You know it turn a n***a's stomach with the shit it's become
It could turn you to a hermit, hiatus is done
Bottom's Up, we'll confirm it when the New Year come
And like, you ain't gotta dig it, the true get it
Been through the bullshit, cruise, I move like Mike Vick wit' it

[Chorus: ChrisCo]
I don't run, I don't fail, I don't hide
Always keep the track armed then I aim with both eyes
Get gone when you see a player
Hit the L and take off like "See ya later"
We on a different high
Got no time to fuck around, I've been in and out of town
Laid back but when it's time to lay it down
Get gone when you see a player
Hit the L and take off like "See ya later"
We on a different high
[Verse 3: Killa Kyleon]
Yeah, hey, here's a feature for you n***as that leanin' much
I pour the six in my twenty, that's a Serena cup
Super thick, taste it, didn't drop it but I'm wasted
No judge, no jury, just syrup by the cases
White cups everywhere, Killa stay leanin'
Pour the twelve at twelve noon, I call it daydreamin'
Two bad bitches on my penis sharin' semen
For the root of all evil, I'm exercising my demons
Best rapper anywhere, the flow is so gifted
When I finish, put a bow on that bitch, it's Christmas (Yeah)
Candy red sleigh seats burn like a reindeer
Red beam'll have your nose looking like a reindeer
Ball, when you see me ball
Good pussy, head, bust a nut, bitch jaw
Y'all n***as has-beens, Killa got now
Not next, no sex, you ain't fuckin' with me now, yeah

[Chorus: ChrisCo]
I don't run, I don't fail, I don't hide
Always keep the track armed then I aim with both eyes
Get gone when you see a player
Hit the L and take off like "See ya later"
We on a different high
Got no time to fuck around, I've been in and out of town
Laid back but when it's time to lay it down
Get gone when you see a player
Hit the L and take off like "See ya later"
We on a different high