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Have you ever been to Compton chasing Bills with a man from the north
Name Eric, I highly doubted
Forged by fire
Made it through the wringer and the wire

Went from seeing perfectly to double vision
It's not so clear I don't know what I'm missing
I see to bitches side by side and they blowing kisses
I

rather see us ignorant, control the information
Keeping us from asking questions covering signs of corruption
You can say that I'm paranoid to avoid

Fuck my life tore it up into pieces
Every single night still wonder why I'm breathing
If I'd go to church, I'd see the pastor screaming
Line me up

have been battered by the sea
should have been reckless, follow me?
but I'm not even close
And everybody's flying off the rails
Pissing the sky full

everybody 'round me blowing smoke
I need an invitation to the Corvette Expo
Going stupid like I'm Bubba Gump
My bros dying, seem like one by one
Life spit you

they'll continue to smite
That's why they call it getting high
Stoned like Jesus on the cross
Blue skin, golden cup
Red carpet, roll me up
I will not fail
I

Drunk like a pile of roaches
Stoned like I'm smoking the ashes
How long has it been since I've told you my sins
In a church with a bishop from aspen

shit they play beside the porn that you playing
At a matinee eatin' dip 'n dots
I'm getting checks, fuck I care that my Twitter not
Okay I care a little

Let's go now

I was blue but now, I'm cool

Every afternoon, I'm stoned as shit
Higher than the moon, not wearing pants
Laughing at cartoons, it's super

No we don't beef
On house arrest with a assault rifle
I can't even leave say my name
Ima make that GANG pull up where you sleep
I'm surrounded by

that link up with the crew
It's 4/20 know what it do
Let's get real stoned and cruise the zoo
This life is flying by
Maybe it's because I'm always high

bitches stay in their place
I don't need negativity in my space
I'm too high up, gotta greet me on your tip toes
Big stones on my wrist, getting big stoned

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I saw your eyes your eyes fall
You didn't wanna cry
So you kept your eyes closed
I could be great i'm on my way
If I

I tell em be modest (Yo I try to be modest)
I tell em be modest (Man I tell em be modest)
But they like "Fuck that. Been getting my dollas 
Bitch I'm

in the field and they adopted so I teach
But I gotta spend this cash all on this motherfucking re-up
I'm trying to be a leader, but shit, I'm falling

with you tonight
Weave and wind
Just getting by
On my melancholy mental space and time it's just a state of mind
Stumble and mumble your way into trouble

til I'm polished
Holy Spirit drive me
Somethin like a valet
We all up in the church it's lookin like a trump rally
Yo spirit getting weak is you praying

the city getting stoned
Like Medusa but the truth is we in love
What's the rush
Open up and take a look
I'm feeling detached
I wear my heart on my sleeve

know but you don’t 
Even though you see me getting stoned to the bone every now and then when I’m alone

Hate to wake up just to see another day
Knowing

come

So I'm getting stoned

cnd it's all okay

I'm just taking it day by day

Yes taking it day by day

Get in Where You Fit In

Too Short

Get in Where You Fit In

1993

for y'all
Getting lit, never having a fit
On the avenue, having brew, grabbing my dick
And if your clique talking shit, it's your clique I'm

see your baby crawling by 
Hard counting cash
I crossed the line 
But I'm never getting flagged for encroachment
My approach is
Cut the fake people off

In my America
In my America

I'm living in the greatest country in the world
I do whatever god wants and my home's my church
Lord Jesus would've