Im still high, yeah I fly
747 jumbo jet to myself (uh)
Man you know stuntin aint easy, I don’t got no help from weezy
Just gonna go promote myself (damn)

Im still high, yeah I fly
Tryna get that paper, mountains not stacks on deck
Man you know stuntin aint easy, I don’t got no help from weezy
Just gonna go promote myself (im still, im still)

Hit the afterparty with my crew,
Body shots off a girlie, fewl you know how I do.
Im center the of attention, not just a person mentioned.
Im a name brand, publicly traded corperation

I aint outdated

Applause is like a drug and I need it in my veins
Props from the homies and the enemies the same
My ego growing bigger like lying pinnichio’s nose
Does dependant reaction, by my encore im blown.

People say that im a poser, run ‘em down with my bulldozer
Chopped and screwed, fuck it, I love that remix shit dude, I love it dude.

Im faded, old photograph
Im lifted, like an updraft
Im shady, Joker’s evil laugh
Open for business, welcome mat.

Bring on the competition and ill bring back home the gold.
Bring back home the gold, bring, bring back home the gold.

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Destroy yo flow with a single sylable uttered from my mouth
Is you surprised that I rhyme? Am I too nice? So like...

See y’all can hurry up, I need my dough
Cake, bakery is fuckin open.
Put that bread, in a, fuckin oven.
Fake I.D. for alcohol, like McLovin

Im stuntin, you kissin cousins
No frontin, im shining like a nebula
Higher than the stratosphere
Bitch, this is america.

No drama, oh well
Cold swangin, crunk as hell.
See that honny over there?
I think im hearin weddin’ bells.

I think that I been doin well,
Im destined to excell.
Be flexin out in ATL
Into the stars I was propelled

I felt compelled to write this song.
An ‘round here we’ll do ya wrong.
The city where the beach is long.
Mane, come with me and tag along.

Mod Adon, TMH
Fuck the hate, movin weight.
Fortold that I would be a great,
I pray to god I’m not too late

[chorus]