[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 [Hook:] [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 [Hook:]