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He's a dead guy curbside pick-up
Me and Stan sitting at Best Buy
Three-five Sherblato gave me a head high
Green beam on it but we caught
Him at the red

back for that bag that you owe me
And I ain’t coming back by my lonely
I'm back for them acres
I'm plotting on the plot by ya neighbors
I'm back for

Pass me some wine, can you pass me some wine please, please,
I'm reaching out
Don`t tell me you're high already
I'm about to record
Ayyy, whoah,

upstream on an ultralight beam
I been riding this high ever since I was a teen
I been trying to ask why, but I find no peace
Why did Danny got to die? Why

vicious, grab that lil' bitch by the collar, ayy
Bitch ain't have no cup, we poured it up in water bottles
If that bitch come off the hip, then don't say

on the high beams
Get me some visine, my future
Blinding, niggas is vibing
You on some dumb shit
You just a lighter, my niggas is
Brighter, I'm taking the W

building inside me,
Through my inventions. Through what I’m rhyming. 
I be, hanging from a high beam. Watch me climbing. 
I won’t let this rest, it gets

the Philippines
Fuckin' with the gang
Fuckin' with the team
30 on my waist, pointing with the beam
Bitch I'm fucked up
I'm rolling off of fucking lean
Bust down

game at models

The shit that I'm doing now couldn't imagine doing years ago
Was in high school ain't have no job but I'm rapping now
Ain't like to talk

Can give a fuck about how I'm viewed by the people
I'm trying to make it for my kid
I'm all in, tried every hustle trying to make some dividends

It Is What It Is

Tony Yayo

Thoughts of a Predicate Felon

2005

cause my dreams is reality
The cig' with the beam will cause a fatality
Just caught a case but it's a minor technicality
With shooters on the street,

cry fi him
And bright like drivin'
That's why me, keep di rifle dem pon high beam
Dawg me nuh trust dem, dem lean
Before me par wid dem, rather par

so when I shine, I'ma do it, it's rightfully so

I gets the cake, greasy with the butter beat, knockin' out your lights, high beam gon' stutter

trash by own father
Family on my ass but Ian give damn I just went harder
They say I'm disrespectful y'all can suck my dick just to take it further
Y'all

of these unlimited rhymes
This shit just the start so let's put em in line
Pick em apart let's go one at a time
I know you'll be shocked by the shit that you

cash from the business
Hat turned back like im Ash when he pitches
Dash like the flash put the keys in ignition
You prance in the high beams then damn I

You need fitness, nigga
Ridiculous how I spit this
Off the tip, tip, of my high
Get my dick tip sucked by your thot
On my cot on the cot, on my yacht

screaming (Oh Yea)
Had to get right Do the dirt by myself 
I only get me and nobody else (No Telling)
I had to finesse running off with the pack 
The plug

high rise with a botch bitch
Standing by the door selling weed with a chopstick
Nigga trying to talk about the people but ain't got shit
Caught up in

On course like a satellite
I’ll be by your side
Like the glow from the flames when the fires high
But you know ain’t playing when the vibe is right
Rock

home delusional asf thinkin he the king
Just copped a green beam
I remember niggas dissin wearin supreme 
He actin fanned out like he wanna be seen
Im

man

Start off by lettin you know, See the pen that's Pai Mei
Mixed with Chris Tucker gettin real money from Friday
On some nice haze, that could have

wafting where I walk
The sound of shoes that slap against the slightly sticky bricks
Meld with mellow melodies of jazz musicians on the block
Beams

the P I'm breaking down a brick
When I didn't have shit I still never been basic
Like to get high by myself so I face it
Only smoke sheets cause the gas I