Gangstarr told you [?]
Something to smoke to
Something to ride to
You can get high to and lie to

[Freddie Gibbs - Verse 1]
Now you know like I know
I done blown every kind of do' you can blow
Regulator, mid-grade, stress to the dro
Then I went to Cali and I came upon some shit that go 800 an "O"
King Kush, straight killer, that's how I refer to it
A pound ain't enough, you know I'ma burn through it
Then my n***as gone be stuck when I put it in the air, mayne
14 grams in my drawers on the airplane

[Bridge]
Smoke like I never smoked before
Green like I never seen before
Woke up and smoked a bowl, sky high (sky high)

[Freddie Gibbs - Verse 2]
Buds circulating like a Sunday paper
Break my Swisher with my thumb, motherfuck a razor
N***a you's a liar if you say it don't phase ya
That other kind of reefer can't get you as high as I take ya
Take a hit of this, I call it down goes Fraizer, ha brown-nose hater
They come to my spot with minimal paper
Want to cop a dino with just a nickel for later
I keep a heat for feuding, got a cutie from Jamaica
They say her daddy and her uncle grow it by the acre
I wonder where it started, my need to blow trees?
Ever since a teen I would proceed to smoke weed
Fuck a punk job, I got a need for more cheese
Tell me, who's more addicted, me or the dope fiend?
N***as with no dreams let their nightmares kill them
I promised to never let the ghetto turn me into a victim
I swear there should be a law against living in this condition
Making it to 21 wasn't part of my premonition
But I did it, dro sack, lit it
Pulled my drawers down at the top of the world and straight shit it
Told motherfuckers my flow was big business (Outta your range)
I could make a n***a 10 digits (N***as is lame)
All these n***as know is flip pigeons
Get bitches, keep a chopper with an extension, bitchless
And I know I done did hella dirt
But n***as is out of line, these kids is getting murked
For real, the shit hurt when I read it in the post
Made me want to vacate my city and get ghost
Tell my peeps and my folks that I'm out this bitch
Fire up some killer, about to flow my way up out this shit
Cause I was raised in these goddamn streets
Plus I got much game, like my n***a Skrilla, been puffing since I was 13
Mary Jane only dame keep a n***a sane
I break her down, roll her up and smoke away the pain - mayne
[Freddie Gibbs - Outro]
Smoke away the pain
I'm looking in the paper man, there's dudes out there disrespecting the game man
Running wild, killing these babies man, it ain't cool
Shouts out to Charlie Real, Jordan Hunt
A 4 month old, 23 month old getting killed
And their mothers, Andrea Real, Gina Hunt
Rest in Peace to all y'all
Jazia Shaw [?], another baby getting gunned down at 15 months man (Rest in Peace)
For real man, in the streets y'all n***as gotta slow down, that shit for cowards bro
Rest in Peace to all them
Shout out to all my n***as
Jay Beedo [?], sky high, DJ Rock, sky high, Skybox, sky high
My n***a OJ, smoke something, Ironwood, sky high
My n***a Roll, you know we stay sky high n***a
Rest in peace Boots[?]!
Smoking and riding, the world is cold baby
Rest in Peace to Little Lord
All my n***as, Midwest, sky high