[Intro]
I'm on my XXL freshmen %#@!
[Laugh]

He's smoking what I'm smoking on
And a ^!$$% smoking on that strong
My ^!$$%s smoke so long we like Cheech and Chong ^!$$%

In these bars tell me one thing we do wrong ^!$$%
CJ, you ugly ^!$$%
Dessy not eating ^!$$%

This ^!$$% ugly ^!$$%
I'm high as %#@!


[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
To blaze or not to blaze that is the question
First day at school

Later at the suspension
%#@!, my principal a hater man
Cos I'm a great debater and my principal's a traitor

Sorry hater catch me later
No need to be loud and obnoxious
Know the loud in pockets ain't allowed

But I watched it open up my mind and my chakras
So my conscience can block this topic
So drop it

I'mma make my way to first class
Got to keep a blunt though, and I always pass
See hunnies in the hallway passed

They all got class
So they get high grades for $$#
Gas, got it in the bag

Something serious
Know it's gonna last ^!$$%
$#&@ your eighth period

We smoking every ounce til we permanently delirious
Sorry teachers with reefer
I can't take y'all serious


[Hook x2]
Y'all went to high school

I went to school high
Y'all went to high school
I went to school high

Y'all went to high school
But I went to school high ^!$$%
My empire burning on fire


[Verse 2: Dyemond Lewis]
We see nothing with open eyes

I'm smoking lies
I vocalize just to close these riffs, these broken tides
Oh my, he's over the skies

I'm so high
Feel like I ? his mind
Don't blow my h-i-g-h

T-H, don't it feel great?
Feel like I'm living that dream state
Your purpose - are you a blessing or a curse?

Curse these demons
I spit like furnace to ward them off
I walk this surface alone

Lone wolf, super slacker
Dyemond Lewis - yeah he a packer
Caught a punch when these rappers

Talk %#@! and try to act up
Master do this freely
Don't hop on tracks unless I feel that they need me

See I need her
My knees be easy
[?] temptation constantly tease me

Back in my classrooms I got brain to get me through school
See, I went to school high
Cruising in the morning to get me to where I'm going

But now the Era crew poppin
But now we chop it up when we touring


[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Kirk Knight]
As I astro in the hallways of Brooklyn Coll-ege
In our image of a pot head that's just about to blow

When he hit the microphone