Verse 1:

First off I'ma state the facts/
Where the fuck is all yall niggaz placements at/
Sittin' on top of the world now/
Can't even see who I'm wavin' at/
You still in the same spot right now?/
Wanna take some statements back?/
Naw where the waitress at?/
Buy em a drink, where my hatas at?/
Vacation wit my girl and we alone/
While I'm taking off she getting her eagle on, we both fly/
And my reach is long/
I'm the one they call when they need a song/
Got that drink and my weed is strong/
So high up we can feel the moon/

Chorus:

I'm feeling high,
I'm feeling right,
I see you boy,
I'll race you to the sky,
Success is on my mind this ain't nothin' new,
So I'ma race you to the top, to the fucken' moon,

Verse Two:

So I took my hits/
Duck the poor, shook the rich/
What other rapper got a foot that fits/
Look like this? What I miss?/
Sat on songs, stood on hits/
Closest friends did some crooked shit/
He's still at the library, but I bet he ain't gettin' booked like this/
Try to read me, a slave owner, couldn't be me/
I'm so sick, there's no treatment/
I get waves, I'm sea sick/
I got waves yall in deep shit/
I do whatever I see fit/
You know thats just a heads up, and yo girl is next up/
I deliver, more than fed ex, I know yall niggaz fed up/
I aint even started, wait til I get my bread up/
One small step for mankind, thats a damn lie, my band fly/
Past the moon, to the sun, you that high?
Snipes would get them tan lines huhhhhh

Chorus:

I'm feeling high,
I'm feeling right,
I see you boy,
I'll race you to the sky,
Success is on my mind this ain't nothin' new,
So I'ma race you to the top, to the fucken' moon,

Verse 3:

If it's just me and you/
Please tell me what I need to prove/
Can't find work and you believe in school?/
I can show you the steps but you need a shoe/
Believe in you? inconceivable/
When you own a lie, or lease the truth/
I'm feeling like Stewart Shepard, I'll Die if I ever leave the booth/
(damn)
This the takeover, been a long time and the waits over/
Yall niggaz goin' back and forth, I'll give you sometin' to pace over/
Got more drive than daytona/
Got a little buzz why stay sober/
Passing through yo city thats two things I need to layover/
The odds are in yo favor/
But you bet against me that's no paper/
My flow greater, my show greater/
I'll see yo hoes later/
I just give em what they ask fo/
I got my pull than a black hole, wit some black hoes/
I'll race you to the top you fucken assholes

Chorus:

I'm feeling high,
I'm feeling right,
I see you boy,
I'll race you to the sky,
Success is on my mind this ain't nothin' new,
So I'ma race you to the top, to the fucken' moon,