I ain't been gettin' high... Not even a little, baby I don't wanna lie I know when you text me girl, I don't always reply Well you're not an angel either, you can't even fly, I... Notice, you think that you know this All this shade that's comin' at me, I wonder who throws it They can't see the vision, boy they must be out of focus That's a real hot album homie, I wonder who wrote it, oh yeah Otay, pray them haters go away Always hella clowns around here, look like Cirque Du Soleil