Lyrics:
the minimum
Are you mad? Must be out of your mind (woo)
You look so sad, have a spliff, get high (ah)
She bad, yeah, she racking up ten lines
Come
and I look at em like you late
Finesse a nigga with my looks and they gone always take the bait
Get it how I get it, had to get by my lonely
Pat myself
like me
With a shut my mouth made it easy, I'm
A product of North Carolina, nigga
Out of Charlotte by the way of Cleveland
Born in '91 up in Ohio
I
runny
And I got that new Chanel yeah
Fuck this check up by myself yeah, yeah
Get to the guap and I run it
Spin in the lot and I gun it
Fuck on a thot
you'd know by now
Kirk is heartless
I don't care what they all said
Drop that to the floor one time
Drop that to the floor one time
I ain't got much
em by spitting this murderous heat
And they be feeling it but they ain't hearing it while they get up on they feet
Kind of a metaphor for what I'm
Comeback Szn
By JonPaul L. Feliciano
I be going through many peaks many valleys/
My losses were the only things that I used to Talley/
Look at where
hurt
That's why you walking round limping
Faded I been sipping on mud
My jewelry wet like the tub
I be so high like above
She said do you love me
I
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
on your friend in the background
Standards back up to the top now
Ask em why the fuck did they drop down
Cus look at how everyone walks now
Listen to how
toward, everything you work for/
This is a command now get your hands up off the dirty floor/
This the kind of situation you don't want to kirk for/
Tell us
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
chamber
Hello nice to meet ya
Shawty look like a diva
Pull up tonight i need ya
She got me high like sativa
She fuck me so good might keep her
She fuck me
could pop imma Live wire
Could never change is da gang imma die by it
At the top where we aim shots fired
At the top when we land Kirk high5
Smoking
when they pray?
[Kirk:]
She's working to jobs
She can't do it alone
She shouldn't have to she didn't get knocked up on her own
Both: And I know
looking up high
Sweet one
Sweet one
Sweet one
Sweet one
I can tell by the way
I can tell by the way
I can tell by the way
Got to look up high
Got
looking up high
Sweet one
Sweet one
Sweet one
Sweet one
I can tell by the way
I can tell by the way
I can tell by the way
Got to look up high
Got
be blinded by the twilight, analyzing my life
Like how I'm pushing 40 and high school was the highlight
Opportunities are finite, been denied
live this life behind my bars, by resisting a rest
Fuck the refs, I swear the clan cut those checks
Peep their plan, see the play, check the game, study
up some medical
Have me high is a kite I know Heaven is real yeah but you know the deal yeah
Be my drug ease my mind treat me right
I got soul I
mo, seems to be our fate uh
Rhythm rhythm got me high as fuck
See my stock risen up, I be never findin trust
But I found myself through the light, eyes
High-y, high-y, high
I'ma fly, I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up, bitch, on both sides
Broke niggas always minus, wearin' designer
See me, I
letters to the governor "Please call off the deeds"
My baby mother with another brother with cash
and drive by roll down the window and laugh
I solve all my
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