Fresh, Fly, High
See now I'm flyin',
Soarin' in the sky

Got a blunt in my mouth
The red is in my eyes
Livin life, Drake told you all the motto (YOLO)

Boutta feel rich like I just hit the lotto
Always gettin high, haters soon follow
Show some respect, I never tell a b*tch to swallow

Yea, just light up that weed
Me n' my friends always gettin' super keyed
Born n' raised in the evergreen state

Gettin high, I can almost see Heaven's Gate
And when were on the road we roll the windows up
An when I'm high with your girl, I score; Lay-up


[Chorus]x2


All these haters never show any love
I swoop up all the girls like baseball gloves
Lost in the smoke, my mind I walk out of

Fresh, Fly, High; Yea I'm all of the above

Verse 2


Livin' in a dream, is what it feels like
Climbin' to the top, its a hell of a hike

Better roll a blunt, or smoke a joint
Blow out the smoke, and you will see my point (yea)
Just a kid with dreams, of bein famous

But life is a b*tch, better yet a dirty !@#* (ugh)
Man, I'm just tryna get faded
Spit my rhymes so I can say I made it

Cuz all these other rappers say the same thing
Rappin' bout b*tches, showin' off their bling
But I'm different, I tell it how it is

My inspiration came from a guy named Wiz

[Chorus]x2


All these haters never show any love
I swoop up all the girls like baseball gloves

Lost in the smoke, my mind I walk out of
Fresh, Fly, High; Yea I'm all of the above (above)


Verse 3

Fresh, you see how I'm dressed (dressed)

Cops, always tryin' to arrest (yeauh)
But they can't catch me
I know the best spots to relax and smoke trees (haa yea)

My eyes are always low
Halfway open, inhale smoke n' blow
We're always gettin' higher, rollin' blunts like a tire

I always speak the truth, I never been a liar
You say you gotta girl? Well b*tch mines flyer
Booty shorts, tank top, that is her attire

I beat the beat up like boxing gloves
Fresh, fly, high; yea I'm all of the above


[Chorus]x3

All these haters never show any love

I swoop up all the girls like baseball gloves
Lost in the smoke, my mind I walk out of
Fresh, Fly, High; Yea I'm all of the above