Lyrics:
get me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh yeah, I feel crazy
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a nigga goin' crazy
Oh
stabbing my bag
Diss a nigga for nothing how kiddie is that?
How big is my stack?
Give me dime
Give me a second I'll get it right back
Pop me a Molly then
how they murder son
Tired of them killing us, I'm on my way to Ferguson
Talked to TIP, I talked to Diddy, them my brothers walking with me
Mothers
a wristwatch this pot got a nigga stuck in this spot no lie
Zonin' out as the day go by but that's ok though cause I get high
I get high I get high I get high
It was cool
And he'd get back on the phone, and say Bernie I got somethin' I want you to hear
And what you do players, is you get the phone and you
hun concentrate on my funds
Lift heavy gats concealed by my waist
Never get patted down when I step in the place
Jiggied up, smoke the pot,
No girl named Brian
Not a girl named Brian
And he started to shave
And have one off the wrist
And want to see girls
And go out and get pissed
This man
deals no hassle
Yeah, I did this all by my lonesome
Money getting longer "Oh my gosh look how you've grown some"
Rhythms and poems
I think it's time
say Papi onna bullshit
Ain't got no damn chill
I get high on them percs, man
Let go of this damn wheel
They say the way I talk
I might scare away
paper no swisher, my niggas smoke with me
Crack house flow, I got a mean buzz
Mai tai's looking how we dress our rings up
Ain't no love for no nigga
the mansion, the Benz
All the millions I spend
Blindfold me, drop me at the bottom
I can get it again bitch, I'm straight
No matter how much you ran up, nigga
of how lonely I’ve been
Reminiscing high school and the memories we had as kids
Just running around in the street not giving a damn
But then getting
heart I want to undo all this murder
And get back the innocent lives
Open cages and stop their luxurious murder, it's murder
No matter how hard they
feel like it's my fault 'cause of the way that
I stuck him up in between him and Lex Luther
I killed Superman, I killed Super
Man, how ironic
That
they'll get you what you need
I know Gs that hustle by the bloc
I know Gs that hustle by the Glock
I know Gs that hustle behind them locks
I know G's that
what color I am
Because I'll show you how ill, this man can act
It could never be fiction cause it is all fact
And if you get in my way, I will not
of my mind
Out of my debt and no matter the climb
Stack of the ladder, I'm wavin' the wand
Abra Cadabra, you rather the chatter
I gather and spin through
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's
(David, David Banner, David-)
(Ain't the way I planned it)
Oh, no, no (oh)
If you could only know my feelings (yeah)
Then you would know how much
and here's
Your answer: hell no!
Every night I'm on the road
Tryin' to get how it come
Still findin' time just to kick
It with my son
I know niggas see them
to see what he's seen
But then I'd take 'em right back to see Martin Luther's dream
I'd dream that I could tell Martin Luther we made it
But half of my
time, I'll never be you
And you'll never be me, no matter how hard that you try
This is for youngins out there wondering how far you can fly
The truth
Pick up that gotten u ain't getting paid
Your name is toby if not you get slane
It makes no sense it's just a shame
They treat us like pawns in
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