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[Verse 1: Jason Eric (OG CHESS)] Gettin high that a bitch on my special plane, switch it up In the light, doing my thing Blow me Light up, spark a tree No diss, keep it hood in my LRG Gettin high that a bitch on my special plane, switch it up In the light, doing my thing Blow me Light up, spark a tree No diss, keep it hood in my LRG Still ballin in the mix with some chicks Yeah they jumpin', all 96 Remember All Star weekend? Them Lil' Puerto Ricans? Yeah, I was freakin', all freakin' weekend [Hook] Jam *record scratches* [Verse 2: Travis Scott] Hit the corner store for a [?] or double up Just got a page from a MILF who wanna double up Bring up Chess, the [?] trippin' so I hug it up But I ain't trippin' I got five more jumping so Hopped in my dirt bike, 'till it break white Eating pegs on the mongoose I got in third grade Bumble bee raincoat make it rain honey Cause them shots I made, I made those in them Jay's so [Hook] Jam *record scratches* [Verse 3: Jason Eric (OG CHESS)] Classmates in this bitch Miami grippin' the game, ducking the vice Tried to plan something on me like I'm stuck in a vice Step in the place, why you buckin the ace? I come first, get the hell out the way And get bent over Dope kicks, dope bitch flip her [?]over Hands out, no [?], flip your hand over That ass fat enough to pop a band over You think I'm playing? Press play on the camcorder [Hook] Jam