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[Intro: Theo Ferragamo] [Verse 1: Theo Ferragamo] My big homie told me "Fire up" If you smoking real gas, put your lighters up, ignite it up in Boy we lifted again, swear this shit is a sin But I'm in the heavens, higher than I ever been Dear God, I can finally talk to you and I must admit I got a lot to say Each and every day, I've been tryna find a way out And God knows that this work is what my game's bout It's been a drought on this hip-hop shit Y'all desert ass rappers and mirage ass niggas I'm just tryna be a legend like your boy J Dilla Rolling [?] just to ease my mind Keep a nigga focused that'll ease my grind It's about time, word to my nigga Tommy Book us for a show, we gon' kill the after party And I gave her some Bacardi now she feeling kind of naughty [Hook (x2): Theo Ferragamo] I can't stress no hoe All I'm trynna do is just stretch my dough Another one end, boy, we rollin up some more Said, put your lighters up if you really trynna smoke [Verse 2: Mike G] I started this at 18, grown and strong Tryna make this gas and fire get along With a flow strong enough to blow bombs Better run for cover, better ring the alarm Something inside of me that won't stay calm Don't know right from wrong, just tell me what you want Try to dress in a suit and pull dimes like James Bond We don't do the same things, don't drive the same cars My sub make the seat give a massage My whip full of life, never stay in my garage My back hand'll make a bitch do a hand stand My plan to make a couple grand over the border again Might need to put a order in Feel like I'm livin' just to record again Fall for chicks with green eyes and accents Curtains closed, it's over for closed captions [Hook: Theo Ferragamo] [Verse 3: Theo Ferragamo] Said I'm really tryna roll this zip Good weed, no seeds, and backwoods I'm the illest rapper in it that's factual Work hard and give 'em the last of you Yeah I got a master plan just to get massive views But right now, I'm tryna do what it do Smoke good, I'm inhaling these fumes Hotboxing in the booth, they can't take this heat We just "Bakin" like Jid and my nigga Mike G, boy you know what it is Put my whole life in it so you know that I'm serious Hope you feeling these lyrics And if not, you ain't high enough, I'm up there I'm so high, you could find me in my God's chair Fuck air, I need Earth, good leaves of that purp When I got good weed, swear I never need a nurse And nah I ain't matchin smokin' til my lungs hurt [Hook: Theo Ferragamo] [Outro: Theo Ferragamo] I can't stress no Tryna get my dough I can't stress these hoes I just gotta get my dough I can't stress no All I'm tryna do is just stretch my dough [?] some more If you really tryna smoke