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[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]
Indo, kushed out,
Trillest nigga Linda ever pushed out,
Never finished college like my brother or my sister,
I was in the crib layin' on a kush cloud.
Gettin' zoned out, eyes red,
Momma and my daddy said my mind dead,
They said I never had a clue, said the bills past due,
Fuck you, nigga, you gotta remind Fred!
‘Cause I'm carefree, sucker-free,
Remember when these niggas wouldn't fuck with me,
But now I'm on the screen and these magazines
They be tryna stop a nigga like, «Smoke something, G!
Can we get a couple grams?” Nigga, hell naw!
Unless you come in with the cash, tried to tell y'all,
I got you mothafuckas gassed on the smell, dawg!
So go 'head and take a hit of what I'm 'bout to sell y'all.
I gets high.
[Chorus:]
I get high, I get high, I get high,
I get high, I get high, I get high,
I get high, I get high, I get high,
I get high, I get high, I get high.
[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]
I get so blowed, I can't stand up,
I'm in the bed with Elise and Amanda,
‘Cause in my shows I make them hoes put their hands up,
So they came back to my room, they gettin' rammed up.
We tryna slam or what? Because I'm tryna smoke,
So when I finish with these Swishers I'll be down your throat,
And two of y'all, one of me, three of us,
Should I hit my niggas up? Hell naw, I'ma pound them both.
‘Cause this a one-man job, ain't no need for the crew,
Two snow bunnies on their knees, what it do?
White snow in the crib if you need that too,
Got some bitches and some bud, nigga, bring that through.
I gets high.
[Chorus:]
I get high, I get high, I get high,
I get high, I get high, I get high,
I get high, I get high, I get high,
I get high, I get high, I get high.
[Verse 3: Danny Brown]
Early in the morning gettin' high with crusty eyes,
Rubbin' on a mother, well you know it's do or die,
Hoppin' off the porch, had to get on my grind,
All because the trouble just copped to my nine.
Back in the Caddy smokin' Swishers with my nigga,
Make a store run, 'bout to cop out some liquor,
Burnin' down basements, face it,
Run a bus stop, I'm tradin' hoes and you know we ain't payin'.
Midwest livin', oven open in the kitchen
Heatin' up the house where your shit could come up missin',
Dope fiend trippin' ‘cause he just copped a nick,
But he say he can't find it, but it's right in his pocket.
All day long gotta get my profit,
Just poured a deuce and I'm smokin' on the tropic,
On a different subject, lights is the topic
‘Cause he talkin' money so, nigga, just stop it.
All day long getting' high on the low,
Bitch snow bunny, be sniffin' that snow,
Twerkin' that summer, I really don't know
‘Cause me, Freddie Gibbs, Madlib stay blowed.
[Chorus:]
I get high, I get high, I get high,
I get high, I get high, I get high,
I get high, I get high.
— Hey, are you okay? You slobbin', you okay? Is he okay? Are you okay?
— Ahhh!!!
— He shouldn't have smoked that dipper for real.
— You aight?
— Oh my God
— Ahhh!!!
— God bless man!