Charlie Fettah - Too high lyrics

I said I'm too high I'm playing far cry My Call of Duty My Tutti Fruity to touch tha sky No one betta' than Fettah they cannot touch the sky You know I can give a G my word but I won't testify My music I keep it rugged, you know I'm people thuggin' A bunch of maniac's who itchin' just to push the bu*ton Rappers jaw jackin' but they ain't saying nothing North side Battleaxe s**er know I stand for something A murderous mind, demon twisting up my spine Smokin' reefer too high think I'm going blind You must be Stevie Wonder not to see this up and comer You rappers get the shoulder, the stone cold stunna' I choose to keep it real, X no phone runna' In other words, I'm an ex-no-phone runna' Whaddup to Cypher Diaz my jive soul brotha' They cannot copy, k** the doppelganger's no otha' Spit'n to do it like a finger to the greasy f**ers, I'm like Jordan McCarthy they like Bruce Buffa' Don't let your girl suffer Charlie take her undercover's Show your b**h fifty ways to leave a lover Bars over bullsh** bring it back to the full-clip This Is just a target practice, look I don't miss Don't trip, the road Is icy so don't slip Number 2 my pencil game with a chrome tip I choose to use my words, don't let the chrome spit If I didn't write this song then I think my dome's split An evil Genius with a thick penis, my b**h from Venus, wait, I think I'm going crazy and I really mean it...