Yeah
Shangri-La
La-la-la-la
Yeah
We 'bout to rewrite history in this motherfucker
Yeah, get high, get high, get high, get high, get high
With some monumental shit
Good mornin', it's Mr. Broadus
The moment finally upon us
Daytona's still bendin' corners
Them tires burnin' them donuts
Dirty numbers for thirty summers
This what is meant to be my appointment with destiny
Trials and tribulations was testin' me, shit was treachery
Niggas swear they high but look up and see my trajectory
To win is a necessity, you niggas know my specialty
In here cookin' up the fuckin' recipe, don't question me
S-N-double O-P
My name is the fuckin' equity
Nigga, never check for me
Unless you got a check for me
Fuck you, pay me
Respectfully, especially
Melodies mixed with felonies
Niggas, you know my legacy
Top shelf shit, it's time to start some trouble
Yeah, you motherfuckin' right, I made a life out of this hustle
Now let it bubble
We back, sit back, relax and roll it up
Brainstormin' and I'm chainsmokin' and bye
The same tokin' and changes remain a potent supply
No, this ain't no disguise, I'm blowin' dope to the sky, huh
Con Air, let it fly, tt
Say hi to my alibi (Haha)
Just another ghetto lullaby
Now that we have your undivided attention
This disclaimer is out to all the sensitive
If you're easily offended, pussy, don't worry
No one wants to fuck you
Therefore, find your exits to your left and to your right
And to the rest of you that love switching positions
Let's do it missionary
