Top Floor Berner & Styles P (Ft. Cozmo)

[Intro: Styles P]
Fuck this stupid high
Yeah

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Prayin' while I'm high off pot, why I smoke so much?
'Cause I'm prayin' that the high don't stop
You slang dope, you had to run when the 5-O stop
I never needed a G-pass
Was doing crime since the times when niggas would charge a dime for a weed bag
Get four blunts out of it
Hit the county for six and had to do four months out of it
The plug once called like, "All your money was counterfeit"
Ain't pussyin', you ain't say shit when we was countin' it
I'm cool, my nigga, but this gun work, I'm down for it
These are the brakes, either know 'em, or get broken up
Work on the whip, I'ma drive, let it open up
Could go on a cop chase before rappers famous for block weight
High when you playin' for high stakes
Pie baked, plant-based, don't care if you got cake
Bustin' off the 9, I'ma pop eight
Ghost, nigga

[Chorus: Styles P]
The pot growin', the pot blown
It stinks more than popcorn
If you not here, you not on
It's the penthouse, the top floor
The pot growin', the pot blown
It stinks more than popcorn
If you not here, you not on
It's the penthouse, the top floor