N-Shit

I’m always fly, I’m always beat
Gotta Wang on my side, Lo’s on my feet
I got the crib sitting high, eyes sitting low
I’m on that
And you know
We all up in the sky and shit
All, all, all up in the sky in shit
All, all, all up in the sky in shit, all, all
We all up in the sky and shit
All, all, all up in the clouds in shit
All, all, all up in the sky in shit, all, all, all
All, all, all
Ah, all, all, all
Pack that, pack that wood
Smoke that, now don’t cha feel good
Je-sus, won’t he do it
Cause I feel that, holy spirit
And you know I gotta have one for my breakfast lunch and my dinner
And you know I gotta roll one for all my niggas
And you know its exotic got that Cali weed in my city
Got me bobbin like Diddy
Betta hop on the committee
Fuck with me
We all up in the sky and shit
All, all, all up in the sky in shit
All, all, all up in the sky in shit, all, all, all
All, all, all
Ah, all, all, all