Top Floor

Fuck this stupid high
 Yeah
 Friend, well I'm hig off pot
 Why I smoke so much?
 'Cause I'm free enough to high non-stop
 You sling dope, you have to run when the 5-O stop
 I never needed a G-pass
 Was doing crime since the times
 When niggas would charge a dime for a weed bag
 Get four blunts out of it
 Hit the county for six and had to do four months out of it
 The plug one's cold like all your money was counterfeit
 Ain't pussyin', you ain't say shit when we was countin' it
 I'm cool my nigga, but this gun work, I'm down for it
 These are the brakes, either know 'em, or get broken up
 Rogue on the whip
 I'ma drive, let it open up
 Then go on a cop chase
 Before rappers famous for block weight
 High when you playin' for high stakes
 Part baked
 Plan based don't care if you've got cake
 Bustin' off the 9 I'ma pop eight
 Ghost nigga
 The pot growin', the pot blowin'
 It stinks more than popcorn
 If you're not here you're not on
 It's the penthouse, the top floor
 The pot growin', the pot blowin'
 It stinks more than popcorn
 If you're not here you're not on
 It's the penthouse, the top floor
 You gotta stay woke
 Don't let 'em tell you lies
 Keep your eyes open
 They wanna monitor our lives
 No double cups, this a different kind of high
 The chocolate woth the Y and the Burmese Cherry Pie
 I'm in the Ghost with the Ghost
 On a three hour ride
 If we like what we tastin', we gon' let 'em fly
 House is full of cash, we get lost in the hills
 Time to get to work and wash these dirty bills
 Eighty grand in a vac seal
 Rap cat, but I'm playin' with that bag still
 And bad business got your mans killed
 But the fuck the bad vibes I grabbed another egg fill
 Mother plans in the minivan
 The lemonade come packaged in the little can
 I keep the best stank smokin'
 All this good weed it's hard to keep my eyes open
 The pot growin', the pot blowin'
 It stinks more than popcorn
 If you're not here you're not on
 It's the penthouse, the top floor
 The pot growin', the pot blowin'
 It stinks more than popcorn
 If you're not here you're not on
 It's the penthouse, the top floor
 Having lage money and weed I used to dream about
 Playin' my cards against the odds until it even out
 I learned young, there's some things you don't speak about
 My life on a deeper route
 I smoke till the reefer out
 Rap to the speakers out
 Racks in a even count
 Peas in the duffle I could show you what the street's about
 Hopin' when I die I'll be a legend for real
 Until then I'm smokin' like I'm in the Seventies still
 Top down, I rodeo through Beverly Hills
 Livin' federal, no lie, my pedigree ill
 Got homies locked up who ain't seen no trial
 So for them I roll up by the kilo now
 Stuff the wood with gelato
 Dump the ash, pour the bottle
 Watch the time tick on my Movado
 Sippin' Moscato
 Gettin' money in the same city where the Mets play
 You need a hundred pack?
 I get it to you the next day
 Yeah, it's Cozmo
 The pot growin', the pot blowin'
 It stinks more than popcorn
 If you're not here you're not on
 It's the penthouse, the top floor
 The pot growin', the pot blowin'
 It stinks more than popcorn
 If you're not here you're not on
 It's the penthouse, the top floor