| I say I vibe 'til my head gone |
| I’m rocking out everything that made me a problem with me |
| I said I’m high 'til my head gone |
| I’m smoking some strong, 'cause I know it ain’t a problem for me |
| That’s why I vibe 'til my head gone |
| See being a G, it ain’t easy getting green in these streets |
| I say, I’m high 'til my head gone (Gone) |
| See all of these beef, nigga, I be looking for credit for beats |
| See I figured they all know the game |
| Shit, I spit, put all those to shame |
| They get hit and go 'cross the Gram |
| Click, click, bang, blown off the brain |
| I ain’t gon' brawl with niggas for no chain |
| Got the whol set and getting whole thang |
| Braclet, watch and the gold ring |
| I ain’t gon' trade it in for cocaine |
| I’ma rock all that shit to Soul Train |
| Put up in the front in a |
| Roll up to something and fucking po-po came |
| What they want? I ain’t sold no 'caine |
| Silent, did I have a right to remain? |
| You done told that I stole your chain? |
| When the, when the po-po came |
| Said I’m feeling ya mane, keep doing your thing |
| See I’m hot 'til my head gone |
| Niggas get my homeboy a head stone |
| I was in the with the |
| When I touchdown we can meet by the redzone |
| Fucking with some, nah you head home |
| This shit we 'bout to do dead wrong |
| There’s 'bout to be a whole lot of lead thrown |
| And all I need is this powerful weed and Saigon in my headphones |
| I say I vibe 'til my head gone |
| I’m rocking out everything that made me a problem with me |
| I said I’m high 'til my head gone |
| I’m smoking some strong, 'cause I know it ain’t a problem for me |
| That’s why I vibe 'til my head gone |
| See being a G, it ain’t easy getting green in these streets |
| I say, I’m high 'til my head gone |
| See all of these beef, nigga, I be looking for credit for beats |
| Killed this shit since I came here |
| Get the bills like I’m yeah |
| Ever since Just Blaze heard, said «What the fuck is your name?», yeah |
| Miss my mama, she ain’t here |
| I fuck up commas, I can’t share |
| Sniffing all of your overhead, now your nose is red, it’s that rain, yeah |
| This some shit that I can’t bare |
| Nigga you been talking 'bout pain, yeah |
| Four police where I lost some teeth and I lost in that same year |
| Five days I’m in the same |
| These suckas alive and that shit ain’t fair |
| Tight as the pants that Lil' Wayne wear |
| I’m hot 'til my head gone, try’na stay away where the feds roam |
| The caught Jerome up in |
| Kicked his door down, found him in his bedroom |
| Then they hit the guard with a charge like a dead phone |
| This shit them crackers do dead wrong |
| I guess it’s best I be left alone |
| Now all I need is this powerful weed and Saigon in my headphones |
| And I’m gone, I’m gone |
| I say I vibe 'til my head gone |
| I’m rocking out everything that made me a problem with me |
| I said I’m high 'til my head gone |
| I’m smoking some strong, 'cause I know it ain’t a problem for me |
| That’s why I vibe 'til my head gone |
| See being a G, it ain’t easy getting green in these streets |
| I say, I’m high 'til my head gone |
| See all of these beef, nigga, I be looking for credit for beats |