Lyrics:
live my, I, I can't live my)
Now turn it up, turn it up
(Yeah) Yo, I can't live my I, I can't live my
Life this way, continuously get high
Instead
the mainstream?
Meek Mill leans forward into the
Glow of his computer screen
His expression unreadable behind a
Pair of gold sunglasses
It's April, well after two
them honey coniac blunts
Let's get fucked up
Tried to quit, but now I'm back
Still gettin fucked up
Pump them heater, spray the pack
Mic check one, two
on: Olde, Gold, P.M., and Ides
I dip the joint into the brew so I can get high
And well, ya know what they say
I need a swig a day with ?
Down with
(EASTSIDE!)
While I dump on you dudes (Dip-Set)
And what we live by
(yeah) , what we gon' die by (Dip-Set)
So these rules I abide by
I'm duckin' shots
Intro/Chorus:
Dedicated dedicated to all the niggas gettin high
Dedicated dedicated to all the bitches actin fly
Dedicated dedicated to all
brought back the crew
And they all ready to go! Ready to ride out!
I just give the 2,1 go, homie I slide out
HBK the gang, gettin' money nothin' to lie bout
on the turntables
Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
And Little Daddy since you my brother
get yo' ass on in here
Cause we gettin ready to take things
[Chorus]
The struggle lives hard times, we do or die
My whole crews fly hands high to the sky
So maintain son elevate try to build
But now you're
Gettin' paid,oh, and gettin' skins
Chorusx2
(Violent J)
Everyday I slap a bitch in her lips
Kick her in the ass, twist her nipples
Then I grab her by
up]
Give it up we want to live it up [give it up]
Give it up for the most slept on since pepto bis when
time warner let go prince
Ridin by betta get yo
I'm clappin' his girl nappin' his kids
Ransack and run through his rib
Blow up his mom's crib
There's no way he could live
It's gettin' clearer
Starin'
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
they was Johnny Gill
Want a real deal with 2 gettin' wild bucks wallet
That's how we do it when were rollin' on the island
Bellisle be Bellisle
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas
the Westside on my way out
Y'all whole crew should've knew it was on
From Makaveli's first day out now y'all gettin' played out
And laid out for public
Spalding
Trick, it's the infamous Macs from the I
Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go from low-to-high
Drive by, yeah G loves swamp rat and thug dumpin
looking kinda high (way up)
My life passin' by
I been watching from the side
Live, not survive
Gotta switch that neutral into drive
Sixty-two-oh-five
Said
Breed gettin high as could be
I'm finna fly on weed
[ CHORUS ]
Floatin through the cosmos, rollin pimp shit, gettin high
Givin a fuck about those
guy
you gettin high right? Weeded up with red shit in your right eye
Youse a menace, your brain cells finished
Begging forgiveness, calling that
be the biggest
Leap that you ever hop
It seems niggas are fly and
The junkies are high
And in my line of work that goes side by side
But when
gettin' high, gettin' high with my youth
And we just hittin' miles, hittin' miles in the coupe
We're just in the vibe with the crew, with the crew
Trying
mad fly
And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high
We got the vibe in the air, Hennesey and Perignon
You know the flavor
Get your groove on
By now,
Luv and my nigga Young Lay
Spit that shit
Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin
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