BudderScotch

[Verse 1: MONK]
Higher than a 747
All the souls of those who passed on 9/11, rest in peace
Thought I almost lost my mother and my bredren
So I got to make it 'for they sent to Heaven
'Cause, ain't too many smiles on my nigga's faces
They ain't complacent with the bullshit that they facing
Severance my herb, my motivation
For writing all these lines, I hope that y'all could trace him
Follow that, and I ain't talking tweeting
No fucking relatives of death, so I ain't sleeping
I'm never slipping, like I was in the shower freaking
I'm tryna have us all living like every day's the weekend
The weed lit, my cup chilled, and we ain't stressin 'bout that Olde E that we just spilled
Self made, so I'm tryna build, been too long at the bottom, ain't see the top still

[Chorus]
My cup filled, my cup cold
Just copped, I just rolled
Model chick, she at least a dime
I say we children of the world, I say the world's mine

[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]
This Cali grown got me hella blown
With my head up in the stars like a telescope
You can find me with a yellow bone
And she probably trying to get in the zone or somethin’
It's enticing, he got a bad temper like lightning
You never hit twice in the same spot
I suggest you stand back if you can't box
These Vans never even hit the skate shop
I'm on bullshit chillin' in a tank-top
With like three bad bitches, Baywatch
My bad, I don't really like degrading women
But half these rappers ain't living how they say they living
The line between real and fake is now paper thin
And this is sucker free, so at least try to pay attention
Or pay your dues, and don't make a move
It's pay-per-view, no cablevision

[Katt Williams]
All I'm saying, you gotta enjoy your motherfucking life
That's all the fuck I'm sayin', enjoy your goddamn life
Some of y'all just need to smoke some weed and see if it don't help the quality of your motherfuckin' life

[Verse 3]
I can't wait till I get my big shine
Be like I'm finally famous, feel I finally made it
Caught up the dreams that I'm chasin'
Competition is patient is inferation
But I am going in like a life sentence I'm facin'
At least a eighth of my favorite flower
She say my words sound so sweet, even though I smell like sour
I gave em food for thought
She gave me thoughts for hours
And chasing pussy gets you laid but it doesn't get you power-
-or money, or respect
Sad to inform but you'll regret it all in retrospect
When you recollect the moments erect when she was wet
Was it worth the time and money that a nigga spent
So we play hard, but work harder, move stronger, think smarter
Good weed, first class flights, no charters
Tired of sittin' on the bench
I'm finna be a starter