High Tide

Went from leaning on shoulders to pouring lean in my soda Watching colors off the wax dripping lit like crayola Weed odor on the space ship smoking on that Yoda Young and dumb Running to my funds every step is closer Young and dumb Like a leap year but mentally I'm older Put me in coach I'm fitna do it for the culture like I did inside my room In front of all these Rappers posta be student for a teacher with diplomas But most of us clocked by the cops on they quotas Calling out for order but delivery ain't happening Money keeps stacking but the pattern isn't cashing in Passion stayed adamant Hoes came and went because they applicants Gassing like I'm flatulent Touch a track and make the shit golden I'm a alchemist Midas on the microphone Feeling me? expensive taste! Looking like a walking lick Tongue out MJ balling on em ninety-six turn around fade away End up dying great dap the homies at the pearly gates stay awhile For the reconcile in a pit of flames For all the sacrifices made I'm a show em what I'm worth Highest tier Waters creeping on the verge My nigga's first Only thing broke was sweat from bringing work The last time you'll see a nigga pressed is on a shirt burn some candles on the curb Play my music in the hearse have my momma drop her purse to carry my bag It's fine I guess if I change her finance Someone tell the homies I said my bad I'm a martyr Catch me in the wave on the rise it's the waters Yadig