Rolling on the motorway Mad paranoid with a bulk of yay They say that my music's all negative But that's all I see so what the f*ck am I supposed to say Trapped in the game with a pokerface Hence the word trap So what the f*ck am I supposed to play If the feds trap my movements And they scope the play Then that's my weeks wages getting thrown away Yeah, it's major, going down the drain Rolling with my nigga Tiny Boost, that's my protege f*ck it, let me roll a jay Get the cig and rizla, let me smoke away I'm a hood nigga that was broke in ways Words can't explain, I changed up Now I broke the chain Spit that broken pain Get that shit lighted up and let's get smoking mane I'm toking hard on this good shit So you better know I inhale then exhale (Up, Up and Away) I'm flying in It's getting low Feels like I'm floating (Up, Up and Away) Getting high Flying high (Up, Up and Away) Getting high Flying high (Up, Up and Away) Zone out, get a zoobie rolled Gotta link Georgie low key on Wooly Road Told me he's got the drop on them p*ssy holes Linked him at unit where the bullies go He rolled up but he pulled in slow Banging Who Said That? with his windows low Screaming "You F'd that, fam your movements known" Jumped out dressed black and he's stone Island, I got them swishas rolled Little tropical juice which is mixed with 'trone Them motherf*ckers got boost Cause their pisty's blown So I'm blowing on these zoots To get the scriptures scrolled They say when I rap I got that lifting soul An artist, they say my picture's cold And I'm the hardest and it's flippin' known I'm a smash the market and get that piss take dough I'm toking hard on this good shit So you better know I inhale then exhale (Up, Up and Away) I'm flying in It's getting low Feels like I'm floating (Up, Up and Away) Getting high Flying high (Up, Up and Away) Getting high Flying high (Up, Up and Away)