Lyrics:
ain't nothing special I'm just trying to reach my high life
You ain't on my level, keep on chasing now I'm die guy
You ain't got the juice
ride my bike and lie to five
Oh, what the fuck do you know of survival
Got all my niggas on high notes
We smoking arugula rhinos
Got nothing to prove,
you talkin bout
I was 16 pitching yay out my mama house
With the whip clean switching lanes bumping walk it out
Fuck on yo bitch and I take her
me high, I gotta have it
Shoot up smoke it sniff it terrific I'm gifted
Doing stick ups without a biscuit
Just to get the cash at last a megeblast
the crowd's off the meters./
Aaoh, let's make it hot, tank tops and wife beaters./
Yo, go tell your women I'm an asshole, I don't care./
No, I don't get lucky,
kyk hierso moet nie nog kom kak soek nie bra
Yo ons is groot ons is sterk ons moet leer ons moet werk
Soek jou meer by die kerk hier's jou tee soek jy
finna aim for ya throat
If I'm with the guys, they gon' throw four
Send a few more that'll knock down ya door
Ima get high, leave it on that note
Ima get
into your mind to reap these rhymes
I Walked on a lonely road to resentment
I rode Royce by a street called repentance
Feet use to leap high on them
move with the Maestro
you feelin high so
ascend the blend the presendo is nice yo
so nice that you wanna sweat when I start to wreck
symphony in
when I was pose to get it
But that's another note
I'll pick up in my dough
That's smuggling the dope
Bitch this ain't a hoax
The way I do it you would
back shawty bring it back
Have u hittin high notes like u singing on the track
Even got ya friends fiendin, they believin in a mac
But her contact's
the meters
Aaoh, let's make it hot, tank tops and wife beaters
Yo, go tell your women I'm an asshole, I don't care
No, I don't get lucky, that's skill, life's
of your dreams filled with high cares
Despite there being any type of by standard
Make 'em lie there
Till I comeback with my scythe and
Jump in your
Ayo, the child born
By this treasure on the crown worn
Highest level on the styles form
Leave your vowels torn
Consonants, protonouns worn out
big body Benz it's the navigators
In the hood, servin freaks like I'm a restaurant waiter
Blue lights on the Jag cus I love to shine
Keep it by my
Nickatina says cast ya votes
Tell all the freaks, yeah grab ya coats
Tell all the nerds, yeah take some notes
And R&B niggas, ya'll clear your
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