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I ain't get guap just to flex (yeah)
I'ma do it all for the gang (yeah)
Feel so fly, I get real high
Paralyzed, smoke green, Peter Pan (brrt)

Tupac:
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggas need a spot where we can kick it
A spot where we belong

My name is MC
I'm like no other
A short sized, high pitched
White skinned brother

And when I say white
Yo, I don't mean pink
'Cause my skin's about

drink beer smoke pot play music.
you know i gotta alot of what keeps me happy and gets
me high. don't try to bring me down you know i'll never die.

of slow

This the type of shit that makes me wanna get right
This the type of shit that makes me wanna get high
People out here switchin' changin' I don't

the clout got them too high
Reason I move on the low low

Trees I blow into the ozone
Potion get poured in a solo
She know that she get the mood right
So she

I promise I won't fade away
I promise I'll sing for today
Still wake up, smoke the day away
Reflect on all of my mistakes
Inside my minds a hiding

gang 1 commas the key
My gang 1 commas the key

Thirty rounds I keep the heat
Pistol in the jam with me
Peanut butter on my seats
I get high, yeah I blow

get it in by the end of the night
But mean while ima ease down
Put the weed down hit speed dial yeah her body look right so right so right
Baby girl

the vision, had to leave them by the curbside
A nigga in the kitchen, turn the dial and it's on high
I'm in the booth cooking, distribute and make a bird fly

tryna get by
I'm the next guy
Smoking on the woods cause I'm tryna catch a head high
It go like
Ayee
Ohh
Love my guys, fuck the foes
And if I make

Here we go jumprope with intestines
Sky high like investments
Splash down with the blood puddles with
No brain booze coming back up
Double-time like

myself but I workin' round like a Sinobus
Head high chest out better
Bring your best out
Bitch i'm giving out hit's
Don't get left out

Hold up now i'm

Living way lavish on fancy things
High definition hd
so clean
my top notch lady
make the club go crazy
got ya dancin way loose
like you
off the grey goose

wrong, 
Why is there so much pain portrayed by these artists as they make these songs,
Are we too far gone, 
Are we at the threshold of the great beyond,
I

the blicky with designer and a bag Runtz
I smoke what ever with who ever and they mad it’s us 
Them nig** f**k with my Rihanna and I’m taggin up 

I need that

with your girls
You say fuck your man though
Two jobs puts the wishing living by the bando
No I'm not dissing, I know you can handle
Big girl go, go, get

for 'em
(Don't take it away now)
Lotta dead people, let's feel alive for 'em
Lotta people down low, let's get high for 'em
Lotta people gave up, so

I get guap, that's a fact (yeah)
I'ma do it all for the gang (yeah)
Feel so fly, I get real high
Paralyzed, smoke green, Peter Pan (Brrrt)
Fell in

of snooze
Got to play by the rules
Lot of days, got to lose
Lot of fake, lot of news
Lottery chances slim lot of they fancy him
Lot 'em say, "Can't be him"

Baby out here plotting on a
Mans with a drive-by
I be stackin' money, I'm like damn
That shit get high

twist
Sunshine hit's but I smoke till I itch
Doesn't make sense but I like how it sit's
Sun in my eyes while Im scoping out chicks
Some them girls pretty

i get high, i float (float)
Told her come lay on me with them thighs, give me throat
I don't need nobody by my side i'm on my own
She done sucked my

I'm short on stature
I'm not the strong and silent type
You can call it Napoleon complex
I call it just whatever I like

Well, I get by
Get my