I'm so high
I believe I can fly
Spread my wings and touch the sky
F*cked yo bitch don't ask me why
Real deal nigga call me Holyfield
I got that drip raining on ya windshield
Get money wit the gang you know the deal
Pocket rocket on me it's concealed
Speeding through the lights please yield
Icy wrists big rocks in my ear
We don't like to start no fights
But if you touch me it's on sight
Mack Slim just might run off wit yo bitch
She only like a nigga cause I'm rich
Spent my money on a black droptop
That thang go fast I ain't worried about a cop
I'm getting money I ain't banging on the block
Smoke my weed instead of sniffing on that rock
Tote that steel all my niggas got them glocks
Back in the den and I'm coming for the top
Make yo money get rich
Smoke tree roll one up let's get lit
It's one rule when we talking bout the shit
Keep ya mouth closed we don't like it when you snitch
We so high
Spark this joint and watch us fly
We done opened our third eye
Enlightened
Dont have to try
High as a jet
Smokin some shit you cant get
Not in vegas
But we makin some big bets
Passin these tests
Keepin cool and stayin blessed
Phone on silent
Dont wanna talk
Look what you did
You aint done nothin
But spread some hatred
Got me going mad droppin hits in the den
When its too late to say sorry what you gon do then
I got love for you
Some feelings i wont pretend
But you fake
Wont talk about us to your friends
Travis ones
They dont wanna see me in the ends
Makin moves signin deals
Money in my hand
Yeah
Reinvest that shit
Buy some land
Turn a couple racks to a couple hundred grand
Start the next black wall street
We'll all make millions
Damn, just imagine
Mixing money and melanin
We'll make it happen not a rapper i keep rappin
I'm steady snappin
On these coo tracks
Up at night high
Lookin for some snacks
Ahead of the game
I'm a pro and not react
Y'all wear me out mentally
Might have to nap
Scrolling on ya phones
All you do is cap
But you aint takin knees and never took a stand
Just makin noise
Like ya high school band
Mack Slim X Taylor G - Distractions Lyrics
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I'm so high
I believe I can fly
Spread my wings and touch the sky
F*cked yo bitch don't ask me why
Real deal nigga call me Holyfield
I got that drip raining on ya windshield
Get money wit the gang you know the deal
Pocket rocket on me it's concealed
Speeding through the lights please yield
Icy wrists big rocks in my ear
We don't like to start no fights
But if you touch me it's on sight
Mack Slim just might run off wit yo bitch
She only like a nigga cause I'm rich
Spent my money on a black droptop
That thang go fast I ain't worried about a cop
I'm getting money I ain't banging on the block
Smoke my weed instead of sniffing on that rock
Tote that steel all my niggas got them glocks
Back in the den and I'm coming for the top
Make yo money get rich
Smoke tree roll one up let's get lit
It's one rule when we talking bout the shit
Keep ya mouth closed we don't like it when you snitch
We so high
Spark this joint and watch us fly
We done opened our third eye
Enlightened
Dont have to try
High as a jet
Smokin some shit you cant get
Not in vegas
But we makin some big bets
Passin these tests
Keepin cool and stayin blessed
Phone on silent
Dont wanna talk
Look what you did
You aint done nothin
But spread some hatred
Got me going mad droppin hits in the den
When its too late to say sorry what you gon do then
I got love for you
Some feelings i wont pretend
But you fake
Wont talk about us to your friends
Travis ones
They dont wanna see me in the ends
Makin moves signin deals
Money in my hand
Yeah
Reinvest that shit
Buy some land
Turn a couple racks to a couple hundred grand
Start the next black wall street
We'll all make millions
Damn, just imagine
Mixing money and melanin
We'll make it happen not a rapper i keep rappin
I'm steady snappin
On these coo tracks
Up at night high
Lookin for some snacks
Ahead of the game
I'm a pro and not react
Y'all wear me out mentally
Might have to nap
Scrolling on ya phones
All you do is cap
But you aint takin knees and never took a stand
Just makin noise
Like ya high school band
I believe I can fly
Spread my wings and touch the sky
F*cked yo bitch don't ask me why
Real deal nigga call me Holyfield
I got that drip raining on ya windshield
Get money wit the gang you know the deal
Pocket rocket on me it's concealed
Speeding through the lights please yield
Icy wrists big rocks in my ear
We don't like to start no fights
But if you touch me it's on sight
Mack Slim just might run off wit yo bitch
She only like a nigga cause I'm rich
Spent my money on a black droptop
That thang go fast I ain't worried about a cop
I'm getting money I ain't banging on the block
Smoke my weed instead of sniffing on that rock
Tote that steel all my niggas got them glocks
Back in the den and I'm coming for the top
Make yo money get rich
Smoke tree roll one up let's get lit
It's one rule when we talking bout the shit
Keep ya mouth closed we don't like it when you snitch
We so high
Spark this joint and watch us fly
We done opened our third eye
Enlightened
Dont have to try
High as a jet
Smokin some shit you cant get
Not in vegas
But we makin some big bets
Passin these tests
Keepin cool and stayin blessed
Phone on silent
Dont wanna talk
Look what you did
You aint done nothin
But spread some hatred
Got me going mad droppin hits in the den
When its too late to say sorry what you gon do then
I got love for you
Some feelings i wont pretend
But you fake
Wont talk about us to your friends
Travis ones
They dont wanna see me in the ends
Makin moves signin deals
Money in my hand
Yeah
Reinvest that shit
Buy some land
Turn a couple racks to a couple hundred grand
Start the next black wall street
We'll all make millions
Damn, just imagine
Mixing money and melanin
We'll make it happen not a rapper i keep rappin
I'm steady snappin
On these coo tracks
Up at night high
Lookin for some snacks
Ahead of the game
I'm a pro and not react
Y'all wear me out mentally
Might have to nap
Scrolling on ya phones
All you do is cap
But you aint takin knees and never took a stand
Just makin noise
Like ya high school band
Writer: Jonathon Alexander, Kendall Mackey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Mack Slim X Taylor G
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Jonathon Alexander, Kendall Mackey