Highs & Lows - Tut

Hey hey, tell me where you wanna go?

You might be going through a lot right now

That’s just the game and how it goes

Hey hey, where’s some weed?

I’m tryna smoke

I think I need a light right now

To make it through the highs and lows, hey

Break it down like marijuana — Papa wore a Ferragama'

Counting up a couple commas, posted with that fucking llama

Preacher’s son, I love my momma — kicked me out for smoking ganja

If the police found my stash — they gon' throw me in the slamma'

I’m too handsome for a cell — posted with this lady though

Met her ass today, I don’t know why she call me baby fo'

Get you some ambitions — keep on sitting like a lazy ho'

Wishin' on yo visions, when the fuck you gonna chase em' tho'?

Henny, I don’t chase it — burning daisies

Getting blowed like an AC, for a show you gotta pay me, homie

Ready or not nigga, we coming and your bitch is too

We done paid these dues — cut it out, now the blaze on you

Know the devil’s after me — demons keep attacking me

I just want some dough to have my family living lavishly

Girly, call my celly, say she startin' to get attached to me

I’ma call you later — you about to kill my battery

Told her just like that — remember big bruh' used to hit us with the packs

And we used to bring the cash right back, uh

Cool nigga, bloods say I’m bool, nigga

My young nigga bangin' in the streets

I pray his momma pray for ‘em

But I told him get home safely

And keep his gun on safety — and he said «Real nigga shit though»

And then he flashed his pistol

Living life to the fullest while dodging them bullets

Y’all niggas like urine, uh — y’all ain’t never gon' be shit

Creepin' in the Benz, playin' TLC, creep on the down low

But it’s down low, blowing endo, on the lookout for the po-po

(Whoo-Whoo)

I don’t need your weed, I swear that we be smoking back to back

I could be yo' nigga but yo' ass just don’t know how to act

I be by myself — I swear that boy ain’t shit to fool with

You say you want a nigga girl, you shouldn’t say that bullshit

Stepping out the pulpit, gotta' keep it honest girl

Don’t you go spilling feelings man

That shit smell straight like vomit, stop it

Stop it bitch, it’s that automatic

Broke her down on the apartment carpet

You know Tut a fuckin' monster, Ferragamo like my father

Ease your mind, easy hoes come a dime a dozen

Free your mind, tell your plug you need a dime of something

Ease your mind, easy hoes come a dime a dozen

Free your mind, tell your plug you need a dime of something