Mental Clarity Is a Luxury I Can’t Afford

[Intro: Lil Buck, & Al Kapone]
Smoked out (You did good, $lick)
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
(It's a smash)
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out
I'm so hi-hi-high
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Smoked out, loced out, loced out, smoked out, loced out
I'm so, I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Smoked out, loced out, loced out
Smoked out, loced out
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
Hey, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1: $crim]
I'm a G-R-E-Y-B-O-Y, whole gang 59 and that's 'til we die (Gang, gang, gang)
W-E-T-T-O, cutthroat, snort an M-3-0
Mane, your gang don't want thе smoke
Still pissed at my daddy, that he nuttеd in my momma (Fuck)
Crashin' nine-eleven's, boy, I'm feelin' like Osama (Yeah)
Underground Obama, my .44 give a speech
If that's what they call high, then I'm fuckin' out of reach (North, north)
Arnold Palmer with the Wock' on the Eastern bloc (North, north)
In my purse I keep a mini Glock, hopin' that they try (North, north)
Skip off singin', "La-di-da", while their body rot (North, north)
In the hemi, how you like me now? Reaper screamin' (Stop)
'Hundred twenty months (What?), ten years independent (Yeah!)
Divide that by a hundred mil', the price for my appearance (Damn)
Dollar sign, no clearance (Yeah), the B now stands for business (For what?)
Fuck the industry 'cause G*59 is for the children (Yeah, what?)

[Verse 2: Blanco Leopardo]
Hit 95 down I-10
Heading downtown (Skrrt)
Shawty sitting shotty got the pipe lit
Six lanes swervin', she concerned about my drivin'
Blow out the smoke
She know the acid make my eyes spin, yah (What the fuck?)
Took the Tchoup Exit off of Rainbow Road
Saw the smoke from the hood, but no, that ain't no ghost
So I pulled the fuck over to watch the Range Rover glow
Laughin' as I watch it burn but no, that ain't no joke
I got the keys now (I got the keys now)
I do what I please now (I do, what I please now)
I can feel that breeze now (I can feel that breeze now)
But when that wind picks up again, I'll be ready
I hold my own weight, I'm heavy (Yeah)
I broke the levees, I'm responsible for the endless flood (Blanco )
Forest fires, earthquakes and an avalanche of fuckin' mud (Blanco)
Alias known as plague, I fuck shit up, then shrug and walk away (Blanco)
A trail of chaos, loss and pain, I'll bite the dust and spit out stains

[Outro: Lil Buck & Al Kapone]
Smoked out, loced out
Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
Smoked out, smoked out, loced out, loced out
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull, of that dope
I'm so hi-hi-high
Smoked out, smoked out, smoked out
Smoked out
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out,
I'm so hi-hi-high
Let me take another pull-pull of that dope
Loced out, loced out, loced out, loced out
I'm so hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-high