text: Uh
  Inhale this, clench your fist
  Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
  Can ya, picture this?
  Life without me? Wake up, youre having bad dreams
  Cause ya fiend for a toke
  My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
  On the cell with the boat
  What you thought, get caught, get bailed out?
  Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks
  Is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs
  Cristal pourer, be glad we aint takin yours
  Boring huh? Im warnin ya
  Style waits for no bitch, I dream rich
  When I fuck with scratch and sniff
  Now I stacks the shit, and practice it
  So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
  So I can relax a bit, and get my dick licked
  Drugs, baby
  Haha
  Need a little something that can take me there
  To a place that I can get away from
  My feelings so far away
  Somewhere with my head up in the clouds
  Suddenly it doesnt feel so loud
  So far, away, somewhere
  I got em
  Ayo, platinum choker, heavy smoker
  The gun toter, Barrack Obam supporter
  Recently Hillary voter
  Smoking loud way up in the cloud
  Disappearing in my thoughts
  Disappearing from courts
  Yao Ming face, eyes chinky
  Kush got my breath stinky
  50 thousand large shine on my pinky
  Women lust me, they say Im too ghetto
  They cant trust me, my timeline be filled with his bitch
  He wanna bust me, Mira Mira talk
  Coca Cola deals, big scales
  Doing different shit, Alaska
  SnapChatting at Wheels Donnie
  My prognosis is atrocious out the black wraith
  Fly shit, never down, I stay with some faith
  Ahh
  Need a little something that can take me there
  To a place that I can get away from
  My feelings so far away
  Somewhere with my head up in the clouds
  Suddenly it doesnt feel so loud
  So far, away, somewhere
  Dreamt of Ferraris and Ferragamos
  Raised on the streets, and married the marijuana
  Told the joint terminate my thoughts like Sarah Conner
  But it couldnt, but I smoked with Big, a badge of honor
  And Faith, whats fate?
  Light and 8th and Im straight
  Thats the morning
  But Imma need a zip when its late
  I used to sit on the crate
  But now I dip in the seats
  Of the Cherokee
  The therapys a spliff to the face 
  Im from the strain gang and the mean team
  Cut the lights, turn the beat on, let the pain bang
  Light the joint, the escape route
  You heard it from the Ghost
  But you should it hear it from Faith now
  Need a little something that can take me there
  To a place that I can get away from
  My feelings so far away
  Somewhere with my head up in the clouds
  Suddenly it doesnt feel so loud
  So far, away, somewhere
  Ayo Big, we got it
  We gon hold baby-girl down, man
  Ay, ay, ay
  Talk now baby