The Ultimate High (With Interlude)

Do you see what I see?

Do you smoke what I smoke?

Do you wanna smoke?

Do you wanna ride?

Yeah, aye-yo, aye-yo

When I walk into a room, **** feel a slight breeze

Stay a little while till they feel they might freeze

Never understood why they never liked me

'Cause when I lock the door, they turned into to ICEEs

Starin' at my feet all you see is Nikes

Bet you never seen a ill pair like these

Size ten, never find me in a tight squeeze

At the airport, minutes before my flight leaves

Round trip tickets to who knows where

Stay boarding, never at least a day's warning

Previous plans, they spoiling

A dollar and a dream, the theme to New York, stay torrent

From St. John's to Wake Forrest, wait for us

Straight ballers, you hearin' it first

Nate flawless in almost every event

Puttin' up point, while **** like y'all stay scoreless

All my **** from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

To my bitches from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

And stay high, high

And pass me a cup of that good shit (So high)

We on some hood shit (So high)

**** from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

To my bitches from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

And stay high, high

And pass me a cup of that good shit (So high)

We on some hood shit (So high)

What's me without the hood?

A tree without wood, a Dutch wit' no bud

A cut wit' no blood

A fuck but don't nut, I'd be incomplete

If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets

I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game

Here's nature, kill a faker, man you heard of the name

From the cold streets of QB, old beef to new beef

No peace, through the song, what I see you see

Mad bitches wanna smoke wit' me

**** wanna roll wit' me

Usually in my hood, find me in yo' city

Grimy, yet so pretty, it's like there's two me's

Wit' no favorites, I try to love both of me

Thinkin' of a way where I can better myself

Sometimes I get a head of myself

Smokin' weed when there's tension, frontin' like I got it prescribed

So high I must be outta my mind

All my **** from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

To my bitches from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

And stay high, high

And pass me a cup of that good shit (So high)

We on some hood shit (So high)

**** from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

And stay high, high

And pass me a cup of that good shit (So high)

We on some hood shit (So high)

It's like hoppin' in a glass pool, half full

**** only hit the bottom when they crash through

Mash fools out like they fast food

Bon' appetite, platinum or not, it ain't no match for me

I sum **** whole careers up, scared tough ****

Bluff **** into thinkin that they year's up

It ain't a game, took six months off, the shit jumps off

Mini-me's are gettin' punched in they jaw

My dunn call this shit animal rap

Me, I all it dumbin'

My near-sighted **** saw it comin'

More stunnin', brand new flows to toy wit'

Neck flooded on some hurricane Floyd shit

Back and forth to St. Croix kid, same plan

Playin' Sega Dreamcast till the plane lands

A changed man, **** don't know, they never will

And if they don't understand, then ain't fam, simple as that

All my **** from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

To my bitches from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

And stay high, high

And pass me a cup of that good shit (So high)

We on some hood shit (So high)

**** from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

To my bitches from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

And stay high, high

And pass me a cup of that good shit (So high)

We on some hood shit (So high)

All my **** from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

To my bitches from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

And stay high, high

And pass me a cup of that good shit (So high)

We on some hood shit (So high)

**** from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

To my bitches from the projects, light one up (Light one up)

And stay high, high

And pass me a cup of that good shit (So high)

We on some hood shit (So high)

Yo this is Nate, you got the right number at the wrong time

Leave a message, one

Why the fuck you now pickin' up your phone, yo?

It's two o'clock in the morning

You tellin' me the you at the fuckin' studio

I know you ain't at the fuckin' studio

This the second time this fuckin' lil' bitch keep callin' here

Hangin' up on me and I'm don't appreciate that shit

You know what, I'm get tired of shit

Just stay where the fuck