[Produced by Chop Squad]
[Hook:]
The fedz keep saying I ain't right
They heard I got them chickens and them pipes
The judge try to lock me up right now
n***a wishin' he can give me life
I'm on my way to Pari on a flight now
I'm to gone, I'm in the sky
I got all that f**ing guap on me right now
And I don't know why
Verse [1:]
Smoking on this Tooka got me high
I feel like I can fall from the sky now
I swear that I'm high, and I can't pipe down
I'm rolling with the guys
Try one of us and you get piped down, and then I saw your thot
I took her home then she got piped down
n***a put down your Glock
You're not a punter or a shooter, put your pipe down
I'm counting all this guap
While I'm recording on this verse, right now
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[Verse 2:]
The judge try to lock me up for d**
I should buy a helicopter, lock me up for flying
You lucky I'm not in Chiraq, pull up doin' violence, drills
But I'm in Cali and b**h I live in the hills
Don't send me back to rehab, your honor
Cause I'ma get out and keep smoking ganja
You trying to send me back to jail, your honor
But I ain't sell dope for three summer's
You just don't wanna see me get munna
But what I'ma do but keep gettin' munna
The cops shootin' us like its nothing
But if I shoot one of those b**hes I'm going under
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