Lyrics:
up
Just coz of herb no lock me up
Fi get good grades
That is my mission
Ina high school
Me get distinction
We no ina cock
And no injection
Man ah just
smoking on some high grade.... yeah....
The high grade marijuana...
Me smoking on some high grade..... yeah....
It lift me spirit and make me meds Mama....
tried
Dem say e choke, I thought it was for gutters
we need problem solvers, enough dancers
People a suffering from cancers, we need answers
Yieee
Hope
start to shiver/
If that don’t get ya/ high blood pressure sure to kill ya/ at the church pastor trying to fatten up his purse/ he barely preach the word
where
You caved your initials
Initially, everything was good but
That was high school
Now you in the real world, girl
Now you in the real world, boy
Now
de snake
Meh dun see through de snake
Manna bun ah high grade
Manna bun a high grade
cnd wan fi tunna pi-rate
Dem manna tun pi-rate
But meh nuh
reaches the masses
And spread like cancer on they asses
Now allow me to catch wreck
Bust rhymes like Tech
Put me in your box and I destroy the deck
(Life's
smoke well I got Kush and I got Rugers
Fuck wit me and Ima really give them niggas cancer
Don't say you love me you can show me
Keep acting funny Ima turn
I'm a little too high, Nado
Now I'm finna slump till tomorrow, goodbye, Nado
3:00 in the morning, look at the sky, Nado
Venus lined up with Cancer
for your medication
If you not sure not a problem run go search internet for some education
High grade weed that's what we need
But babylon programme
made, it's an accomplishment to pass "a" grade,
See they hate my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our highs,
Sellin they book of food stamps
made, it's an accomplishment to pass "a" grade,
See they hate my city, givin us the pushers an tramps for our highs,
Sellin they book of food stamps
an a that's the grade
With the papers that I made from this trade
So get hip to the grip you know where to slide the chips
If you wanna cash in
To tell the truth I couldn't fuck with math
Did get a scholarship, but I blew that
Got high, got a ticket and I flew back
To the hell zone mo' straps
thousands in thous
Need that bread not a bitch
On her cycle but she still fire with that head baby that's all imma need
I was pouring up way back in 9th grade
To tell the truth I couldn't fuck with math
Did get a scholarship, but I blew that
Got high, got a ticket and I flew back
To the hell zone mo' straps
way
Is gonna knock me out of my lane again
It's me and my Mary Jane
Cause I wanna stay high
Cause I'm tired of the lows
But this year that shit's gonna
Lanes in a two door coupe with ya
Lil mama wanna ride, lil mama don't make me drop the roof on ya
Said she wanna get high, alright
Now it's a vibe
the shade with an A, that's the grade,
With the papes that I made from this trade
So get hip to the grip, you know where to slide the chips
If you want
10th grade
Wrapping shit at like high grade
Fuck cancer, fuck migraines
Driving on memory lane
Thinking about simple days
Smoking on Mary Jane
Tryna
a military grade rifle, we gon' flip niggas
On my big homie, long live Los
I'ma hold up this drumstick
Riding with the shh in the back, I won't front fiction
Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fuckin' high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxin'
And kickin' ill ass flows in
Yo man
Let's take this shit back to fuckin' high school lunch time cyphers
When mother fuckers was beat boxin'
And kickin' ill ass flows in
diagnosed me with cancer
So I said goodbye to all the hair on my head
And said hello to my hospital bed
Yeah see I was just a normal girl, it happened so
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