Correction Lyrics herb by Erick the Architect

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Get the lighter, roll the sticky, let's get high (Let's get high)
I smoke the finest, save that sh*t for them other guys (Them other guys)
The highest in the building, them n***as liars (Them n***as liars)
What's in your stash? What's in your bag? Yeah, what's your type? (What's your type?)

If she with me then you know that she a rider (She a rider)
That Mary with me so you know I stay on fire (Stay on fire)
Anywhere, I don't care, I'm gon' light it (Light it)
Anywhere, I don't care, I'm gon' light it (Light it)

I love pu**y like Young M.A.&nbsp;
I love weed like the S-N-double-O-P
She call me a dog, but I don't sweat 'em like Keith, nope
Money on my mind, hah, acid by the liter
Shawty in a thong, walk around like she Lita
Gotta get the bag, secure the bag, then roll the reef up
Smoke a lot of reefer, think my last name is Khalifa
I like white wine before I digs into a freak-a
You get yours, I get mine and then repeat-a
pu**y so good I had to throw it in a freezer
And my weed so good, got me feelin' like I need ya
Then I woke up and had amnesia, then I

Get the lighter, roll the sticky, let's get high (Let's get high)
I smoke the finest, save that sh*t for them other guys (Them other guys)
The highest in the building, them n***as liars (Them n***as liars)
What's in your stash? What's in your bag? Yeah, what's your type? (What's your type?)

Ayy, clutch the world with such a grip, you know my strength (You know my strength)
Know I feel like I am way over my head (Over my head)
I could do this every day without a care (Brrt, bah)
Bust a couple grams, you know my n***a came prepared (Let's go, let's go)
Free my sons in the clink, life is fine, but it stinks
You're too bold, I give hope to the blind and the meek
I get involved, any with status could fall
Don't be consumed with the fake, instead, I'm just brushin' it off (Don't touch him)
If only the money dissolve, I think would send you a hundred to start
Got to be humble 'cause you could be God
Got to be comfortable bein' a star
And I'm alone with the mob, mhm, problem get solved
What do we do in a war? Mhm, emerge through the fog

Get the lighter, roll the sticky, let's get high (Let's get high)
I smoke the finest, save that sh*t for them other guys (Them other guys)
The highest in the building, them n***as liars (Them n***as liars)
What's in your stash? What's in your bag? Yeah, what's your type? (What's your type?)

No⁠— No⁠— Nothing's more creative than a hater's imagination
The most dangerous animal on the planet is two-legged
Cosmic retribution, baby, karma gon' getcha
Reality, a marvelous illusion, the simulation
My lyrics bleed through the paper, dodgin' bullets
Runnin' from agents, this ain't The Matrix
Karma can conquer any complication, love confrontation
Me and Satan have conversations since God ain't answer me lately, I'm just sayin'
Intoxication, so far from home, but still my problems waitin'
Havin' conversations with myself and it's kinda crazy
My pop's mistake, somehow my mama's favorite
To be this highly decorated, it takes dedication
I ain't detonatin' 'til I reach my destination
Enough long-winded conversations, get the chronic blazin'

Get the lighter, roll the sticky, let's get high (Let's get high)
I smoke the finest, save that sh*t for them other guys (Them other guys)
The highest in the building, them n***as liars (Them n***as liars)
What's in your stash? What's in your bag? Yeah, what's your type? (What's your type?)

f**k the aft— an— sh*t

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