Shangri-La - Instrumental

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 30 summers

It's what it's 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 by

The same token, the 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's designed to warn 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