I Got A Right Ta (Album Version)

Y'all cats know the abstract nigga with a attitude

Pass the booze and let's build on it

I'm rolling in a Cadillac with the grill fronted

I ain't even smoke no bo but I feel blunted

Yo I'm toking on the freedom, stepping to the A.M

Cats is toting in the BM, tell them players I'm the G.M

Told my team let me get my plays straight and I'mma feed them

They need me like I need them, see the streets is bleeding

Had a meeting with my mind on how I can be divine and

Stay on my grind, I'm grinding until I get blue balls

Every day same shit new stall

Don't make me act like where I come from cause it's brutal

It's a place that you run from if you neutral

Hustlers in Volks, customers and smoke

I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff that I wrote

I want to ride in my car, smoke my shit

Keep my head high, let the chrome spin

(I got the right to feel high) I got the right to feel high

(I got the right to feel high) I got the right to feel high

(Repeat x2)

I'm the only cat in hip hop that can go to a thrift shop

Bring that get up to the ghetto and get props

If you gon' get that kick-a-box make sure that bitch knock

If you gon' get that Glock don't be scared to lick shot

Hip Hop is changing, y'all want me to stay the same?

Sort of like Barkley on how I see the game

I recognize game like a scout

Ayo, I'm bound to wreck your lady as I turn your lady out

I ain't about that, messing with no other man's woman

Because of jealousy then a man go under

Understand a man and his mental

Listening to Joan Mitchell with the fan in the window

Can it be so simple then?

I rock Rockports, you rock Timberlands

I want a Rover but I'm thinking long range

I ain't switch over I just made my own lane

I want to ride in my car, smoke my shit

Keep my head high, let the chrome spin

(I got the right to feel high) I got the right to feel high

(I got the right to feel high) I got the right to feel high

(Repeat x2)

Like a pimp to a ho I connect to the track

I feel it in my neck and my back

A thug came to me, said it changed his life

Said the love of his life, he used to bang to The Light

I'm trying to do better, I ain't claiming Mister Right

I'm a grown man, too old to fist-fight

Stay on point like trick dice

You tweaking like a sound man you need to switch mics

Sounding bitch like

I know the block is hot but we just can't get ice

Want our children's children to sit nice

I sing the song to make the fiend's strong

King Kong ain't got shit on me

I train days to rip emcees

I'm vegan but I still gotta get that cheese

You on some monkey bar damn chimpanzees

Mobbing through Chi-Town so feel the breeze yo

I want to ride in my car, smoke my shit

Keep my head high, let the chrome spin

(I got the right to feel high) I got the right to feel high

(I got the right to feel high) I got the right to feel high

(Repeat x4)