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She wanna come with me Down to the city Downtown living a image Surrounded by big buildings Shawty be catching a feeling Up up in the ceiling High high
this the life, life is high Sky is the limit, watch when we fly We gone make everybody wanna move over Days of our lives, we gon takeover The allure
the gang by my side Know it's lit when we say we outside Pull up slide know we with the vibes Make a scene energy be high Pull up with drip lookin sick
is still Time with so much truth to kill Leaves you by the window sill so tied Without a wing, to take you high Without a clue to tell you why Now, I
weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots On yo' block you probably had a fat pad of Tupac Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high And even when
block you prolly bred a Fat Pat or 2Pac Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee, high And even when it was storming outside, that nigga'd be by That's
Go leave you they'll shatter your peace deny you a smile Run my guy, get that money, get that ho , build your shit up high Run my guy, the dark don't
The cold wind wraps around me Warmths are leaving my side by side We're about to have a new start. Let's not about think the end now Days full
He found his ticket to tomorrow in the bottle by his bed He said it takes away his sorrows, so he'll sip it until he's dead There's only one thing in
through my highs and lows I promise you won’t ever find another me Sometimes I use to think are you in love with me Shit, I don’t know But just looking
rings And you could tell how I talk, and you could tell by my walk I been on overdrive, way too high, way too numb Tell your mans, tell your sides, tell
Get your dose ready Don't get the wrong amount Get your mind steady Can't have a doubt Dizzy giddy high heady That's what it's all about Can leave
She asked me for the truth Then she asked me for the proof Had to hit her with a poof Disappeared into the booth I was smoking Anit-bouf High as hell
running I'm gunning' I'm running I'm gunning Cops showing up and the flames are high Snuck out the back and left them high and dry I'm running, I'm gunning,
they real recognize by the fruit That's light Cause everything goes in circles Patterns, highs and then lows So even though, We might fear it's nothing
on IG You can tell its her By the check mark Big bank take lil bank She sitting on a million You cant control her She'll keep you in yo feelings You try
on And mark my words- If I find out who did this, I will show no mercy They ruined my life My life is over now My life is over Modern high school Is getting
tone We too high, hmm We too high, hmm We too high, hmm We too high, hmm Baby ya tengo la gucci en los pies Andamos con la fory saliendo ya desde el gang
infected by devils My father would come home, he would forget about the killings He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the shogun was scared of him Maybe
to reverse, that I'll give my Left Eye With the right I'll visualize the king of Bed-Stuy Checkin' his daughter, Tyanna into junior high If I was in Brooklyn
[BOOM BAM] I spent my life gettin' high (Time passin' me by) You catch me talkin' to myself (I'm steady askin' me why) Then I live more productive
Stop pulling on my wings, I'm trying to get high Just do your little thing, I'll be out here doing mine Getting doper by the day, get the fuck up out
the lesson to learn-ah Way to get started in the music biz Just listen to the story as I tell it like it is I was a youngster from East Junior High School
Yeah Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I wanna, Ooh I wanna I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah) I wanna bury a check (A check) Count hundreds by
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