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