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High

 

High


The wild Gremlins
Ya'll know the F. right?

When the winner lose and the losers win
Nobody scores just a few good men
But everybody sins
A lot of young die
Fall in the trap, strung high
Try to go legal, but the hood calling you back
Flipping the crack, cause I miss it for example
Watching base-heads wilding on my first sample
I elevated up, since snakes in my circumference
Now I hit my niggas with cakes and say, "Pump This"
Thank god for cracks, corners, and marijuana
Hoodrats and good gats to carry on ya
I got dead friends, misled friends, crackhead friends
Wild Gremlins, who "bust led" friends
Silent weapons for quiet wars
Or loud gats
Tussle too long, some shiny moves the crowd back
It's powerful, niggas would die over respect
And money is secondary to that whole aspect

I love it, when I'm high
I'm at my best, when I'm high
I like my sex, when I'm high
Cash, TECs flash TECs, when I ride through ya projects
And clap at sets, a nigga high
North, South, East, West, riders get high
I take ya'll niggas on a lyrical high
I twist it up, listen up to the real shit, feel this, realness!

Niggas rushing to the top, not knowing what it takes to be
King of the industry, the wise move patiently
Ya niggas is hating me, won't be happy till I'm back with you
Selling crack with you, half and half on a pack with you
My pen and pad, paint a black picture
Of young goons passing liquor, after-hour store mass of niggas
Street corner combos, staggering winos
Tahoes coming through, blasting songs I know
Niggas scheme, girls pregnant by sixteen
Clique out to get rich
Empty clips for cream
Same funeral home, for different stiff bodies
Once a month a new family goes there, it don't surprise me
Cried 'til the tears, dried up inside me
Revenge to the end, laws in NYC
Got up by the way I used to be
Apartment 5D where dope fiends in the hall try your knob when you sleep
Surveillance cameras in my house now, watching you creep
Spot you from deep, guns for all possible beef
Niggas try to rock you asleep
Kidnap your whole fam for a week
Asking for ransom, niggas starving, dying to eat

I love it, when I'm high
I'm at my best, when I'm high
Yo I like my sex, when I'm high
Cash, TECs flash TECs, when I ride through ya projects
And clap at sets, a nigga high
North, South, East, West, riders get high
I take ya'll niggas on a lyrical high
I twist it up, listen up to the real shit, feel this, realness!

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