got a beat, thats easy to write to
cheese and a G, they both easy to burn through
now this is where i feedem' the right food

Fuel to the fire, lets get higher im finna blow up like the end of the fuse
i aint new news, but still you've never heard of me
i spit the truth,nothin but, these ^!$$%s perjury

not my own boss, well that %#@! never occured to me
no suit or tie, but im just right where i wanna be
Ive been tryna find the key to get rich,

now i feel like the only rapper who aint hadda move bricks
or layem'down, with the finger that itch
or ope'em' up with one swing of the switch

food in they stomach look like fillet-O-fish
cause all my ^!$$%s tryna get it Ya Bish
like im the only ^!$$% ona track that runs with a gift

class aint dismissed, ya'll not catchin' my drift
pen to the paper, saw my neighbor,
now to this game ill sign my blood and commit

catch a grip and roll one tighter than the weave on your (*##$
bump datPiff, pack a spliff, and let the nicotine encourage the riff
encourage the riff


Chorus:
we get by, (get high), fantasize ( get high)

And We Viiiiibee (x2)