Lyrics:
they watching
High school straight to college
Distance will never divide us
We been grinding gotta vision
Had to make a name
We started from the bottom
this bitch
Cover girl givin' face to the Crip
Somethin' 'bout a nigga on the way to the chips
High off the money and I'm wasted as shit
High off
the payoff right
The dream team, Bobby Creek, Em, 50 and them
We run the city like Diddy and them
The opposition we just pityin' them, it's no chance
Put
the street
In a 35 going 70
To blast this loud and bump my beat
(To blast this loud and bump my beat)
I want DJ’s at high school proms
To captivate the crowd
You can find me on the creek with a bottle full of crickets
Then, I'll head out and buy a couple tickets
To my high school team, watch 'em play that
at the sun
Bakin' my brain 'til the delusion's fun
But man oh man, my temperature's high
And I keep seein' these visions
From the other side
My creek flows
never had cash flow
Catch me dippin in the banana ten fo'
With my nigga An'twan in VA (c'mon)
Probably hit the high school football game
Salem versus
culdesac (Gang)
Dirty ass jits comin' straight from the street
Runnin' bands up every day of the week
Look our ass up you gon' see Killver Creek
Look the fam
on them triggers
My life is real pour spirits to the ones whom died and the ones who were recently killed
Fist high for the ones who remembers when them 8
of High Times
Smoking tree with RVDC and Green
I had to do it with like five kinds ayy
I'm at Battle Creek Michigan seeing all the lights
But I think I'm
the judge, this my first offense
High school b-ball, I'm tryna get a scholarship
No ACC, SEC, ClayCo APD
On a bumpy road like an ATV, EBT
Used to give me
the judge, this my first offense
High school b-ball, I'm tryna get a scholarship
No ACC, SEC, ClayCo APD
On a bumpy road like an ATV, EBT
Used to give me
ready for school
Hoping hes high
So we don’t die
Hes more calm on Tylenol 2
Or was it 3
Was it blue
Or was it pink
A red one an orange one
Vicodin codeine
it in a grabba leaf
If you ain't putting in then you gotta leave
Remember high school I was a geek
Now I smoke pop pills I'm still geeked
Smoking all
I've never been a quitter
I remember high school, man I hated high school
It was like prison with bullies always putting me down
Just a little skater
I've never been a quitter
I remember high school, man I hated high school
It was like prison with bullies always putting me down
Just a little skater
stayed up until sunrise
Saw the city come alive
Only busy getting high
Way too young and too naive
Like a flower from a seed
Like a river from a creek
had turned in a kiss, no
Arguments
We get each other but so far apart
I hope the future is right in your arms
This is just high school and you my
the mirror I be yelling
Get up off the fence and walk the road that's more compelling
High school they said that I was crazy
After school they said that I was
And I wish even cars had truck beds
And every road was named Copperhead
And coolers never run out of cold Bud Light
And I wish high school home teams
I can cuff that bitch until she do better
Sendin’ messages to my home
Like a school letter
Six thousand dollar try come peel
It that’s cool leather
And I wish even cars had truck beds
And every road was named Copperhead
And coolers never run out of cold Bud Light
And I wish high school home teams
And I wish even cars had truck beds
And every road was named Copperhead
And coolers never run out of cold Bud Light
And I wish high school home teams
records, TV, school books too
And who decides what's right to hear? You?
Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em
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