Chronic Smoke lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Higher Than 30,000 Feet
My name is in the streets
My name is my name

[Verse 1]
Uh, a G proceeds to smoke weed
Never have a want, n*gga never have a need
Saw my low rider on the Kush D-V-D
Bouncing in the driveway, yeah n*gga that was me
I was California cruising in New Orleans East
Bumping D.P.G, turning corners on 3's
n*gga please, you f*cking with me?
Clay Davis style, n*gga sheeeiiit
M3's got nothing on me
Checkerboard Louie's with the lime green strings
LV pouch full of kush OG
Ball so hard in these N.O. streets
Chris Paul gonna' vote me as the MVP
Give a motherf*ck about this industry
And their politics, just recorded a lot of sh*t
That'll break the world off proper sh*t
Dropped independents then n*ggas said, "okay"
I guess this n*gga Spitta got something to say
Some n*ggas hating be like, "he ain't straight"
But they know I got the flow of a motherf*ckin' great
These n*ggas so motherf*cking fake
If you see a hater blow some smoke in their face
Tell them b*tch n*ggas raise up
Fly n*ggas light your J's up
[Chorus]
I'm living like a baller, whoa
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
I'm living like a baller loc
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
I'm living like a baller, whoa
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
I'm living like a baller loc
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke

[Verse 2]
Homie I'm just loc'in, got that low low on them dayton
Spokes, and tryin' to keep it in focus
'Cause I don't want ya'll to notice
That I'm loaded, I been smoking
I am twisted, and I wish that I didn't drive
I got to give the keys to tweet, play the passenger seat
On the cellphone to see if your girl home
It went to the voicemail and a n*gga didn't leave no message
A live b*tch will respect it
She called right back and gave me directions
Now she in the Chevy and the b*tch half naked
Blowing on a zip of that best sh*t
Prolly f*ck around and ride all the way to Texas
Life in the fast lane, spent half my life on an airplane
But I wouldn't want a motherf*cking thing change
[Chorus]
I'm living like a baller, whoa
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
I'm living like a baller loc
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
I'm living like a baller, whoa
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke
I'm living like a baller loc
Add the money, I'm blowing hella chronic smoke

[Outro]
Yeah, uh
From New Orleans
Live recording in the LBC
Higher Than 30,000 Feet
My name is in the streets
My name is my name
Yeah