Euphoria II

Lyrics

[Intro] Grounded for like three, four years now Seem like it's about to pay off Niggas telling me I'm the one but I ain't even made it yet I got one chance, can't mess this up Shit feel like a natural high (Uncle Dave) [Hook: Casey Veggies] Clap, clap, clap your hands Listen 'til you understand Under pressure, change of plans I'm on, I'm on, we do the damn thing, baby Put your hands up high Life's crazy, that natural high My euphoria flyin' all in the sky Grind hard, live fast, get by [Verse 1: Casey veggies] Uh, I don't worry 'bout these hoes I could have been rushin' but I dont hurry round these hoes Stephen Curry with the flow Told me every time I pull up Flexin' on niggas like push ups Tell them they should look up Or maybe even get down I got the game shook up Ask about me in my town I told her I don't look back I'm all about that head first Thinkon' about my last chick Used to dive in head first I'm rolling down Slauson cop the Crenshaw sweatshirt I switched up the subject now I'm all about my bread first Them sucking niggas mad, man I think I make they head hurt But they can keep it up cause all it do is make me better The weather kinda hot in my city I been told you Them gang bangin' niggas dont play around they been soldiers Me and my niggas just stay fresh like the Folgers Opening lanes, walking right through like we moses Posers [Hook] Clap, clap, clap your hands Listen 'til you understand Under pressure, change of plans I'm on, I'm on, we do the damn thing, baby Put your hands up high Life's crazy, that natural high My euphoria flyin' all in the sky Grind hard, live fast, get by [Verse 2: Casey Veggies] So I got my flows up Got my shit in motion It sound like some magic though Guess I got the potion Used to be ashy But since I got some lotion I been on my job Ain't got a promotion I just get it done Ain't into bragging or the boasting This that natural high That shit that how you posting So you know I had to take pics on it And we about that money Went and got rich on it I just want to let you know I'm on my shit homie Like [?] god damn [?] on it Your girl know my name Hater you should get on it So you can look at her page And see my shit on it I'm on my rap shit, working hard, living fast And me teacher gave me F's so I'm switching out the class These chickens 'bout the cash Man you lames getting gas So I'm [?] down the highway and I'm trying not to crash (What it is, it's young Veggies) [Hook] Clap, clap, clap your hands Listen 'til you understand Under pressure, change of plans I'm on, I'm on, we do the damn thing, baby Put your hands up high Life's crazy, that natural high My euphoria flyin' all in the sky Grind hard, live fast, get by [Outro] Yeah Peas & Carrots We international Young Veggies, Sleeping in Class, yeah They were sleeping on me Time to wake them niggas up though What up, Inglewood? LA? Yeah Gone