[Chorus]
I been high all week, can't find a floor, yeah
I just spent four racks on nothing, dawg, yeah
I don't mind if I hear 'em talk down
They ain't really f*cking with me and they know now
Up in paradise, homie (Yeah), this is our town, yeah (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
I just ordered pizza with a diva and she rolling all my weed up
You been tryna see her, but she Sia to the weak sh*t
85 beat kicks and I still leave 'em seasick
Sneeze, b*tch, how so blessed with this sh*t
I'm the best with this sh*t, till my death in this b*tch
Weed so loud, probably leave 'em deaf in this b*tch
Come correct in this b*tch, when I sketch you should dip, yeah
I been on the road like I'm running from the law
Gave 'em lil' time but now I'm coming for you all
Hugh Rack probably bring a missile to your door
Just for thinking sh*t was soft, West Brighton till I'm gone, b*tch
I've been on that Pun sh*t, New York-run sh*t
Bumpin' some Nirvana and I'm probably going dumb, sh*t
Somersault the sentence, make that motherf*cker front flip
Spittin' like a gun clip, tell 'em all to suck di*k, yeah
[Chorus]
I been high all week, can't find a floor, yeah
I just spent four racks on nothing, dawg, yeah
I don't mind if I hear 'em talk down
They ain't really f*cking with me and they know now
Up in paradise, homie, this is our town, yeah
[Verse 2]
5 A.M., dropping Jewish models off, homie, that's a mazel tov
Yeah, I've been getting to it while they noddin' off
These pus*y rapper cotton soft
I don't really listen to 'em, you ain't on my playlist
You don't ever say sh*t, on my "never play" list
Dawg, I was younger and I used to work the grave shift
Funny, since then, man, I'm still up on that same sh*t, word
I done murdered every noun and verb
'Bout to f*cking learn tongues, probably still be going dumb
Bet I write my sh*t in braille and they still'll never feel me
I'm the only one could kill me, give a f*ck about you really
Give a f*ck if you could feel me, b*tch, I'm numb
I be up all night, I been duckin' from the sun
I used to play the basement, tell your girl that she should come
Now I'm looking like the one, b*tch, you looking at the sun, don't stare
Man, I'm getting to the point that I really don't care
They ain't really nowhere, I ain't really know where
I'm supposed to go from here I'm already at the top, yeah
On my way home and she already at the spot
b*tch, I'm never gonna stop getting better when I jot sh*t
Pop sh*t and I still be making pop sh*t
f*ck you mean thought I wasn't gon' talk sh*t
Rack on that god sh*t, every single bar sick
Yeah
[Chorus]
I been high all week, can't find a floor, yeah
I just spent four racks on nothing, dawg, yeah
I don't mind if I hear 'em talk down
They ain't really f*cking with me and they know now
Up in paradise, homie, this is our town, yeah