to high to fly

to high to fly to die fuck the beat up hit the lean cup fill it back up dip a fat blunt toke em smokin chokein till I can't breath everybody asks me if I can seeeeeeeeee I say no I'm way damn to chinked damn near can't think so I take a drink and puke in the sink to high to fly to die fuck the streets up hit the plug up got to re-up on the ganja if your drama I'll just drop ya they can't stop us we gonna squad up with the choppas they gonna hear the speakers knocken guns we cockin free the convics give them converse just for damn kicks yeah grew up around them damn sticks our weed don't come with no damn stems all my goons wear lots of damned gems damn that thought was a ten then she hopped in the benz and we took it for a spin to a friend's to the fam they like damn sheza tramp look at her stamp over her pants but she got bands buried in her panties to high to fly to die fuck them beans up sip that lean cup hit the scene up break the weed up got that ganja whoooooo make moves