Curren$y, Smoke DZA, Dave East, Styles P - Inhale lyrics

Hey, man, am I driving okay?
I think we're parked, man shit

I'm in the compound, high as giraffe pussy
Set free, you know

Uh, I'm on gas like DP
Five-hour session, got enough for a EP
Touch down on the West Side
Kush God style, ain't nothin' like free weed
Six hours on commercial but if feel a
Little faster if you flyin' on G3
High def DZA, right, I'm livin' life in 3D
Mmm, gosh, I'm lit
Kiss the sky, thank God for this
Alexander Wang on my Goddess fit's
Stay laced and anonymous
All day I'm smokin' personals
Little steak and some Merlot
Stay dripped in the Burg though
Shit, the freezer where the birds go
My favorite lady is a Virgo
I got a Turkey Bag stashed in my Yeezy box
Emergency option if I need some pot
In a safe place 'case the deeds come stop
Do the speed limit whether we got Ps or not
Uh, huh, I made it through
I had you ponderin'
I just checked out of the Mondrian
The pack touched down
It's the comments when laidback
With a ganja grin

Ballin' in public but flyin' private
Millionaires on the low
Higher than a bitch though
Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics
Ballin' in public but flyin' private
Millionaires on the low
Higher than a bitch though
Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics

Backwoods, doobies lit
Chick with a doobie in the woods
Get all that money back, yeah
That's movie shit pardon I
I ain't Schoolboy but this groovy shit
Pardon you, watch where you steppin', yeah
This Louis shit
Smoke DZA, SP the Ghost smoke that gooey shit
Cross us
You gon' be the nigga that this Uzi hit's
My nigga DZA sayin', "Riiiight"
Shoot with my left, I was never right
Dope boy? yeah, I love the dope
Pot head? yeah, I love to smoke
Montana? yeah, I love the coke
Laughin' hard? yeah, I love to joke
Eatin' clean? yeah, I love the plants
Six shooters? yeah, I love to dance
Murder rappers? yeah, I love the chance
Grindin' hard because I love the fans
What up? Why you think they call me Ghost?
He's heroin, why you think they call me dope?
(Shoot me up) righteous nigga
Why you think they call me pope?
Sayin' less, why you think I get the most?

Ballin' in public but flyin' private
Millionaires on the low
Higher than a bitch though
Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics
Ballin' in public but flyin' private
Millionaires on the low
Higher than a bitch though
Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics

Woke up in a hotel, a bunch of narcotics
(Woke up)
You call me in the hood if you wanted exotic
(Call me) married to the ghetto
Fell in love with the projects (Love)
Get fly every day, chances are I'ma die fresh
Wide awake since I did my deal, I do not rest
(I'm up) i talked to Nas, tried to invest
Make the guap stretch maybach in the gutter
That's the car that the cops press
Your man died young
Type of shit hard to digest (It's hard)
This shit is such a humblin' process
That Rollie ain't real, nigga
Let's take a watch test (Come here)
I come from the field where
Them niggas apply pres' (Pres')
Sure as I ever been
You hate me well God bless
Tryna play the game but you
Ain't got no cards left
I be all over your bitch lips like Carmex
Ordered all the Henny
Tell 'em no more at the bar left (No more)
Air Max and Pennies, Patek go by the armrest
I just got a chain and a watch
The charm next
Brand new dope out, we let your aunt test
Don't let this shit get out of context
I don't see competition
Know this shit ain't no contest
(I don't see 'em)
Monkey bars, I'm doin' park sess
Shoot, won every game but you
Ain't got the heart yet (Game)
Shut your mouth, you do not get to talk yet
I'm mad at the juice bar
They ain't got no bark left

Ballin' in public but flyin' private
Millionaires on the low
Higher than a bitch though
Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics
Ballin' in public but flyin' private
Millionaires on the low
Higher than a bitch though
Lookin' for the answers and you know I got it
Passenger ride, might let my bitch drive it
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the money pilin' and it's not a problem
Started out hustlin' with a couple of dollars
Now the car's hella options, smokin' exotics

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