Yeah Shangri-La La-la-la-la Yeah We 'bout to rewrite history in this motherfucker Yeah, get high, get high, get high, get high, get high With some monumental shit Good mornin', it's Mr. Broadus The moment finally upon us Daytona's still bendin' corners Them tires burnin' them donuts Dirty numbers for thirty summers This what is meant to be my appointment with destiny Trials and tribulations was testin' me, shit was treachery Niggas swear they high but look up and see my trajectory To win is a necessity, you niggas know my specialty In here cookin' up the fuckin' recipe, don't question me S-N-double O-P My name is the fuckin' equity Nigga, never check for me Unless you got a check for me Fuck you, pay me Respectfully, especially Melodies mixed with felonies Niggas, you know my legacy Top shelf shit, it's time to start some trouble Yeah, you motherfuckin' right, I made a life out of this hustle Now let it bubble We back, sit back, relax and roll it up Brainstormin' and I'm chainsmokin' and bye The same tokin' and changes remain a potent supply No, this ain't no disguise, I'm blowin' dope to the sky, huh Con Air, let it fly, tt Say hi to my alibi (Haha) Just another ghetto lullaby Now that we have your undivided attention This disclaimer is out to all the sensitive If you're easily offended, pussy, don't worry No one wants to fuck you Therefore, find your exits to your left and to your right And to the rest of you that love switching positions Let's do it missionary