"I'm So High" lyrics
Teddy Pentagram what they call me on the weekend, yeah
Z-Ro, the Mo City Don AKA the king of the ghetto
I'd like to tell all my haters, "Thank you very much"
Because without y'all, where would I be?
Shit, I'd probably be one of y'all
You gotta tuck your shirt in for this one here
This grown man music, ya dig?
Hol' up
Somebody said they was a player
But they ain't looking nothing like me
87, 32 and gator
Gangsta fly, that's all that I can be
I got my Styrofoam
Mean mug on my face, want you to leave me alone
Anytime you see me rolling, bet I'm rolling on chrome
And I'll never sell my soul
This the H
And not that other thing, mayne, I know they gon' hate
Run up on me wrong, you know it's on my waist
Ease up off the gas, never riding on my brakes
Or my next vacation, it'll be at the state
[?] coming down [?]
Promethazine dripping down my chin
One deep for life, that mean I'm my friend
They think I'm a mason but I'm a made son when I'm blazing
Smoking on that good 'cause it make a real player feel good
Tipping through the hood on leather, diamonds up against the wood
Keep it silent like I should, still living like I wish a hater would
And I know these lames wanna take me off my game, but I don't even think a hater could
I'm so high, always
And I'm so high, like always
I'm so high, always
And I'm so high, like always
Money in my pocket, kush in my cigar
Macallen in my bottle, I hope I don't go too hard
I don't wanna hurt nobody, just trying to relax
Don't run up on me homie, you gon' make me relapse
Money in my pocket, kush in my cigar
Macallen in my bottle, I hope I don't go too hard
I'm so high, I gotta look down to look at ya
Get you myself, I ain't gon' send the hood at ya
All you gotta do is bring the money right back
Or ya head full of lumps, it'll be too many for an ice pack
Just married my woman, money, it's us they throw the rice at
Killing these player haters they don't know where they left their life at
I'm not OJ Simpson 'cause I remember where my knife at
Disrespect me, you gon' be who I throw lefts and rights at
Y'all got the upper hand last time but I came right back
Only kick it with players, never catch me where the shife at
So I'm
Smoking on that good 'cause it make a real player feel good
Tipping through the hood on leather, diamonds up against the wood
Keep it silent like I should, still living like I wish a hater would
And I know these lames wanna take me off my game, but I don't even think a hater could
I'm so high, always
And I'm so high, like always
I'm so high, always
And I'm so high, like always
Z-Ro, the Mo City Don AKA the king of the ghetto
I'd like to tell all my haters, "Thank you very much"
Because without y'all, where would I be?
Shit, I'd probably be one of y'all
You gotta tuck your shirt in for this one here
This grown man music, ya dig?
Hol' up
Somebody said they was a player
But they ain't looking nothing like me
87, 32 and gator
Gangsta fly, that's all that I can be
I got my Styrofoam
Mean mug on my face, want you to leave me alone
Anytime you see me rolling, bet I'm rolling on chrome
And I'll never sell my soul
This the H
And not that other thing, mayne, I know they gon' hate
Run up on me wrong, you know it's on my waist
Ease up off the gas, never riding on my brakes
Or my next vacation, it'll be at the state
[?] coming down [?]
Promethazine dripping down my chin
One deep for life, that mean I'm my friend
They think I'm a mason but I'm a made son when I'm blazing
Smoking on that good 'cause it make a real player feel good
Tipping through the hood on leather, diamonds up against the wood
Keep it silent like I should, still living like I wish a hater would
And I know these lames wanna take me off my game, but I don't even think a hater could
I'm so high, always
And I'm so high, like always
I'm so high, always
And I'm so high, like always
Money in my pocket, kush in my cigar
Macallen in my bottle, I hope I don't go too hard
I don't wanna hurt nobody, just trying to relax
Don't run up on me homie, you gon' make me relapse
Money in my pocket, kush in my cigar
Macallen in my bottle, I hope I don't go too hard
I'm so high, I gotta look down to look at ya
Get you myself, I ain't gon' send the hood at ya
All you gotta do is bring the money right back
Or ya head full of lumps, it'll be too many for an ice pack
Just married my woman, money, it's us they throw the rice at
Killing these player haters they don't know where they left their life at
I'm not OJ Simpson 'cause I remember where my knife at
Disrespect me, you gon' be who I throw lefts and rights at
Y'all got the upper hand last time but I came right back
Only kick it with players, never catch me where the shife at
So I'm
Smoking on that good 'cause it make a real player feel good
Tipping through the hood on leather, diamonds up against the wood
Keep it silent like I should, still living like I wish a hater would
And I know these lames wanna take me off my game, but I don't even think a hater could
I'm so high, always
And I'm so high, like always
I'm so high, always
And I'm so high, like always
