[Intro:]
Get-get-get-gettin high, high, high, high
Gettin high, high, high, high, high

Smokin-smokin big killa, smokin big killa
Smokin big-smokin big killa
Smokin-smokin big killa, gettin high, high, high

Smokin big killa, smokin big killa
Smokin big-smokin big killa
Smokin-smokin big killa, gettin high, high, high

Smokin big killa, smokin big killa
Smokin big-smokin big killa
Smokin-smokin big killa, gettin high, high, high

Smokin big killa, smokin big killa
Smokin big-smokin big killa
Smokin-smokin big killa, gettin high, high, high

Smokin big killa, smokin big killa
Smokin big-smokin big killa
Smokin-smokin big killa, gettin high, high, high

Smokin big killa, smokin big killa
Smokin big-smokin big killa
Smokin-smokin big killa, gettin high, high, high


[Verse 1: Trae]
I'm still in it homie, yeah I ain't neva left

A couple moe problems under my belt, got me pacin my steps
This year alone been enough ta feel like my life ain't tha same
Everybody watchin cuz theze haytaz keep callin my name

I thought it'd get greater when it come ta fame
But all this roachin %#@! they put me thru'll have you smokin ya life away mayne
Still I don't blow at all, I choose ta maintain

Cuz whether I get high or not, my stress gon' be tha same thang
Lord knows it ain't easy bein me, it ain't easy keepin it G
Knowin less then a day from now you ain't promised ta see

I never light or roll it up, cuz I can fight tha pressure
Feelin' I was next watchin my brother H.A.W.K. lay on tha stretcher
They say I'm crazy cuz I never let my strain out

Everythang stuck in my brain, and made it hard ta take tha stain out
%#@!, I dew a song ta take tha pain out
And if I wudn't me I'd prolly get a sack and try ta blow my brains out


[Chorus: Trae + Fat Pat]
Lord knows if I couldn't maintain

And I wasn't use ta goin head up wit pain
Den I'd probably be gettin high
If they ain't never introduce me ta fame

Or send my $$# ta live my life in tha rain
Den I'd probably be gettin high
Stress got a ^!$$% sittin low

And if I ain't know what I was livin foe
Homie I'd probably be gettin high
Lord knows I'd probably be gettin high


[Verse 2: Trae]
I'm in my zone now, everythang feel wrong now

For tha first time in a long time I'm on my own now
My life gon' alwayz be realer den most of theze folks
They never understand what I be watchin inside of theze Locs

It's hard ta determine why people around ya
Knowin da real reason they come around, ain't for love or ta kick it around ya
I take it slow and live it one day at a time

And blow my thoughts out with this pen, instead of dro ta ease a ^!$$% mind
That ain't no knock on gettin high homie
But I choose ta live my life and kick it sober, checkin ^!$$%z who get fly homie

I watch my surroundings like my surroundings watchin me
Stayin 4 steps ahead of em, and drop em if they blockin me
Yea it ain't eazey, but I'm known ta hold it down

I seen my patna Shy brother leave home and he still ain't been found
Itz been two years but still we fight ta neva lay it down
And pray he don't get caught, or have ta put his people underground


[Chorus: Trae + Fat Pat]
Lord knows if I couldn't maintain

And I wasn't use ta goin head up wit pain
Den I'd probably be gettin high
If they ain't never introduce me ta fame

Or send my $$# ta live my life in tha rain
Den I'd probably be gettin high
Stress got a ^!$$% sittin low
And if I ain't know what I was livin foe
Homie I'd probably be gettin high

Lord knows I'd probably be gettin high, high, high, high

[Outro:]
Gettin high, high, high, high, high
Gettin high, high, high, high, high

Gettin high-smokin big killa, smokin big killa
Smokin big-smokin big killa
Smokin-smokin big killa, gettin high, high, high, high, high