(beat: Free J Cole x Goldlink Type Beat - "Coffee")

(Verse 1)
Used to just hit it off up in the town sellin cookie on cookie i buy me a pound,
bitches they askin for me, but im all underground, cant be showin my self, when the cops doin rounds, it go round and round, like a roundabout, askin these questions, i dont even listen, cant snitch on my homies, my homies they glisten, i feel like i risen, im up in the sky, god im so high, fuckin on all of these bars im too fly, bitches they wonderin why, why you so high up in the sky, im so high cuz these bars they be touchin the sky, high-pitch, flyin on a bigga brotha like he my bitch, i dont even know why you fuck wit, my stitch, my gig, my bars, my swag, i keep a bag, i go and tag the police station, fuck im too good bitch i know im amazin, none of they bars even grazin, i got the bullets, i shoot em up, hazin, the streets wit blood, put em up bitch cuz im above,

(Hook)
Im up in the sky, I,
wonder why they high, I
mind my own business, I
aint on gettin high,

(Verse 2)
I aint been high, in bout half a year, i feel the fear, these homies hear, that im clean and shit, homies they think they can fuck up my niche, i fuck a cop, i bring the block, im at the dock, im aggravated, im activated, i done been waitin, they done been hatin, i aint been dating, i been stating, that my bars amazin, and yo bitch is waitin, on me to get up on the come up, i pull up they get they gun up, i get the bag then they run up, i shoot a shot now they done up,