| Who got the get high? |
| Yo I’m from N. Y
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| Yo I stay high, so I can get by
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| So I can get by, just so I can get by
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| So I can get by, just so I can get by
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| I need that antidote, shit that make ya choke
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| And I don’t mean the coke, cause that shit’ll leave ya broke
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| I’m talkin 'bout the schmoke, the mean Cabrini Green
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| The shit that make ya float, make you wanna do the lean
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| I got my mind open, my thoughts acceleratin
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| I got to get it now, the paper elevatin
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| The bills steady comin, the kids are steady growin
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| Got to get it now, you already knowin
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| My homey out of work, shit has gone berserk
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| Gotta save face, yo I try to keep a smirk
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| I pop a chill pill, I tell her get up off me
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| Then I get a tall cup of Duncan Donut coffee
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| I stay wired up, but off the legal high
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| Don’t need to tell y’all, y’all know the reason why
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| Life be off the chain, so hard to be explained
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| I bust that buddha bless, so I won’t go insane
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| It’s six o’clock now, my day been goin long
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| It’s happy hour baby gotta get our drink on
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| I want a margarita, for me and mamacita |
| She get her buzz on, start feelin I’ma beat her
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| I need another shot, first shot didn’t faze me
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| I need a shot so strong that it daze me
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| The boss stressin me, my girl pressin me
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| The Lord blessin me the devil keep testin me |