Satan-eyed hufflepuffing tucked in dutch I'm climbing up the echelons B's slick thick with leaf grind And chief chipped like I'm old nas steam Rolled and she flat lined still Cold as my last beat she Gone and she nasty I'm Blown and she raspy Crafty amongst flyest It's drafty amongst the highest And I am if you're compliant I could put you onto science Niggas ride waves like sawtooth And they cut paste like in art school While we stay paved with them oz bricks And I stayed faded off wax hit...shit
[Chourus: Frisco (Syd tha Kid)]
I'm on a cloud I'm to familiar with, hoping that I don't fall down The buildings and the trees beneath my feet, what happens when I hit ground What rushes up always comes crashing down But take it slow you'll make it safe and sound