Hills (feat. B8nga Mustafa)

I remember hoppin' off the ship to hit the road again I remember times with Ed and Leef, they were my dopest friends Felt like Oprah, man, with grams I had inside my open hand Open hearted, times with woah, still gon' f*ck them hoes again I done hit Kentucky down to Texas with my brothernem We flew out to Vegas, then hit Cali for another one I done left that city, still remember times in Germantown Picture perfect, phone poll hangin' niggas, ain't no Birmingham Another bird in hand that just got severed over 30 grand Let's go hit the mountains, let's go driftin' in those hills again I'ma roll my ounces, you go drownin' in your pills again Hopeless happenstance in the search for happiness, fillin' in Numb like, when puttin' feelings in, I ain't no heroine Now they sellin' fans, no cellophane, but still a sellin' stream for the low-low You gotta watch who left, these niggas ain't right They move like Bro-Bro, Send you on a mission Risk your life, you'll never know, though Still, doper than most, I'm toastin' now for all the times When Loada would roll, these was the times when we ain't have shit Gas light on, but gas lit, smokin' on the face and we ain't never have to pass shit Pack shit, pack shit, back when I had to dream it before I see it Live it, I gotta keep it, the secrets of pouring Ether on features, straight from the bleachers Teachers no longer equal, they teach you so they can reach you System subtly shakin', what's missin'? Subtleties, ain't it Drawn that's with the stainless, for real This ain't a game, when you go aimless, you go nameless, for real No suckers or chains rattlin', brain rattlin Name settlin', lanes peddlin', ain't felony Misdemeanor like ain't spellin' shit, good guy from a dangerous guild I'm not there at all Just feel like I'm in the way Feelin' like it ain't no way I'm not there at all, at all Just feel like I'm in the way Feelin' like it ain't no way, no way, no way