My eyes lower than a beagle, cause I'm higher than an eagle/

I'mma keep on smokin weed, i don't care if it's illegal/

talk the shit we load the clips, need no sequel

turn around and blast yo ass, feel no evil

loadin semi clips i love that shit

no emotions
got the dank up in the car so these nigga's straight chokin
curly locz is on the mic you know how i do it
i go straight up stupid on the mic
say i'm real fluent
cruisin down the interstate
yeah nigga we stackin treal cake
get a call from my homie shakey he asks if i got five on fade
now im dippin to the town, speakers on blast real loud niggas rollin down they windows yellin turn that shit down
arrive to the checkpoint, feelin real fresh
i ask my homie if he got the weed he says most def
now we rollin in smokin
if you aint faded on the blunt then nigga keep hopin
bail out of the house
got that dank ass shit up on my clothes
i dial up some numbers now im kickin it up with some hoes
i eye one real smooth from across the room
i walk over to her slowly she says im real smooth
now we walkin out the room feelin gone as hell
i take that female to the bed im bout to get some tail
leave about an hour later feelin real sick
thats a day up in the vacaz, how we live bitch