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Scrapped-So Damn High w/Infinity888
- //Hook By Infinity888 starts at 0:11
- I get so damn high, I don't believe in no ceilings
- I know its wrong, but i'm either way stuck in my feelings
- Grab my Glock, cock it back, lets get to dealing,
- Attach on a stock, walk it back, lets get to screaming
- //Hook ends at 0:31
- //Verse By HarryTrevPev starts at 0:34
- Seen my boy grab a Glock, 'bout to go to enemy blocks, slanging rocks
- Dreams employed to see some locks, out in these streets to reap top
- Dollar, heat hotter than a shot, enjoy the means he earned his flock
- Bitches suck his dick a lot, luck is brick he sold to cop, wishes dropped
- We want this, we want 'at, but I wonder if he slack, take some cash we'll see he acts
- Under thee assumption he get back, now consumption was real bad, we shoot up blocks 'n then feel sad
- Boots at cops 'n damn we mad, abusing grass, using glass, anything that get a high
- Heating rocks oh my my my, bitches pass like hi hi hi, repeating past like my girl like
- Done wit' snitches, once the riches, begin rolling in, I'll start depleting wins
- Floating in sin, heart won against coke, smoke some mo', from hope I hold
- //Verse ends at 1:24
- //Hook By Infinity888 starts at 1:31
- I get so damn high, I don't believe in no ceilings
- I know its wrong, but i'm either way stuck in my feelings
- Grab my Glock, cock it back, lets get to dealing,
- Attach on a stock, walk it back, lets get to screaming
- //Hook ends at 1:50
- //Verse By HarryTrevPev starts at 1:53
- He arrived, he felt alive, blasting on they block surprise, running to survive
- Dealt it to everybody, surmised, kids is huffing 'n puffing, shocked by the packing
- Hid from gunning 'n bumping, locked by the cracking, partly they did nothing
- Something he hardly cared about, around these times his hoes hold him down
- But now he stared at the chaos 'n fees paid 'round this crime he committed, told though
- He said he didn't care 'bout da radars, c'est la vie is all he got, laid his gun, omitted once
- Knew his life a mess at best, stressed he prayed to hell 'n well, shot himself in the chest 'n left
- Viewed the whole scene through my cell, he's in a cell, was saved by his wealth
- Gaping hole in his right, I mean how the fuck he survive, depraved individual revived
- Wasting in the hell hole, well told, how the luck of his cash inexplicably helped his inexplicable actions
- Fraction of fifty years, but guarantee he ain't making it past merely, fears in his face for he guilty
- //Hook By Infinity888 starts at 2:50
- I get so damn high, I don't believe in no ceilings
- I know its wrong, but i'm either way stuck in my feelings
- Grab my Glock, cock it back, lets get to dealing,
- Attach on a stock, walk it back, lets get to screaming
- //Hook ends at 3:10
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