| I’m usually on some first name basis
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| But niggas fuck my name up so much, I wanna change it
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| A wise man told me to live what my mama gave me
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| A chance to see life outside of a lady
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| I’m 24 now, no rain in my clouds so my sky stay true
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| Purer than ice blue, when you closer to your dreams
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| People that surround you start hating on your team
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| They wanna wear a crown too
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| You try to chase a life that don’t wanna find you
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| It’s hard to gain credit for something that’s not you
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| The price people paying to make it as a fan
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| Keep you closer to the game but you lost in the stands
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| I ain’t no missionary but your girl love dictionary
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| It’s clear that I’m able to tell it all
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| The truth is a weapon, I’m the quickest on the draw
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| Race a life and playing chicken, I ain’t getting out the car bitch
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| You riding so cold, treble real low, bass keep thumping, we nodding
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| Niggas turned up, smoke in the air, Kush rolled up, we mobbing
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| You riding so cold, treble real low, bass keep thumping, we nodding
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| Niggas turned up, smoke in the air, Kush rolled up, we mobbing
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| Me, I’m a pro, they? |
| Proteges, I’m from the Bay
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| I got more game than Milton Bradley
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| Sadly, I tell you a lot of these fools fakers
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| No soul like some Chuck Taylors, high in the sky
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| Smoking cherry pie on a flight, red eye
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| Land at 11:45, I tell her relax, recline, kick back like recoil
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| Now she spoiled, it’s a wrap like foil
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| Shout out to rapping forte, Gilbere and E-40
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| The sick with it lieutenant about to bring it back like Rogaine
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| The niggas square like cubicles, girl, you beautiful
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| From your hair to your cuticles, uh, I was built for this
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| I was born in this shit, I was made for this uh
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| I don’t think y’all understand, since H3, already been a made man
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| Homie, my generation fucked over, I give out luck to four leaf clovers
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| At least I can save up, cop a Range Rover, got a chick in the back
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| And she a grade over, a little older ‘cause I’m fresher than a Folgers
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| My girls all in the front row, they all having good times
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| Wrote it down, took ten minutes to spit all good rhymes
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| Just trying to shine my nigga, I’m three years strong on that grind my nigga
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| One hand to the sky for those no longer with us
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| All daps and handshakes, if you paying, you’ll get us
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| Girl, if you come to the hotel, you laying with winners
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| And Inglewood killing but I stay away from splinters
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| And niggas hating on it ‘cause they can’t ball with us
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| Girl, you know that you come here and take your pictures
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| I’m a star, I would too if I was you especially that I know what I’m gon' do,
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| Veggies |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Most High , by - Gilbere Forte. Song from the album Some Dreams Never Sleep - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп