Lyrics:
away, can you see my red light?
It's waiting to turn green
'Cause I feel so isolated without you
I can't play a happy tune on my own, so stay by my
callin' out, I'm tired as fuck and I'm noddin' off
Surrounded by narcissists, my noose is movin' through the contusions
They see my hue and they wanna do
Most high, thugging with the most high, most high, most high
Stunting with the most high, most high, most high
Vibing with the most high, most high
to the sky
And let times pass us by, while we chilling getting high (Mike Jones)
I be solo while I'm sipping drank, and blowing (do-do)
I'm from the city where
by the third try
And some of y'all still judge me by my worst nights
Got the spotlight feeing like a searchlight
But I'm not running from it, this my
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
Tryna stay HIGH, dragged down by the pain
The pain of the past got me goin insane
I be, wreckin my brain
Tryna place the blame
But I, I can't explain
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
on anything
Will we ever have peace
Someone tell me please
You know you will see on the block
Kids playin hearin gunshots
Never phased by the crimes
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty
enough"
[Killah Priest]
I hold my marker, like Huey P. held his revolver
Plottin' vengeance, since them bullet shells, sailed through Martin
I'm
baayma ma dem mangi on my way
Bo demul ma dem man are hustling day by day
Baayi ma dem baayma ma dem mangi on my way
Bo demul ma dem man are hustling day
raised by them goons
Came out the womb, I was grippin' that tool
Kept a Glock 45 in my backpack at school
Grey59 boy and my click filled with wolves
since they drove down my block carrying Biggie's urn
From up the block, 'cross the street by the store
When my man was put in position, told him peep
high school daddy rich
Fries with the chicken
And a side of the gravy
Whippin Caught me slipping
Cause she thought she
Could play me
Last second shots
and go
Talk about flip it and fold
I need more than what come stock
Told ol' boy go kick rocks
In them high tops with the high socks
Better bounce boo no
Fly safely
You know where to take me
Getting high through the sky on the daily
Touch down and the city lights amaze me
To south side you know how
Counting figures
Never dollar signs
Energy, frequencies
From a better time
Huey Newton
Killing- KILLING all the columbines
All this white crime
Why don't
that’s a bad religion
Tryna outbox the system like I’m Sonny Liston
I go Bobby Seal if you ain’t real
I go Huey Newton if you acting stupid
Y’all still
ones on side of me
Sittin' so high in a league of my own,
It's been hard to see anyone stoppin' me
Royalty, look to the left and the right of me
Follow
referring to niggas when he say bae these the dudes you calls your idols i disagree my idols are marcus garvey and drew ali dr king malcolm x and huey p red
high cost, and hardships, as well as high reward
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Through the blanket of fire with the smoke on my
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