Scrapped-So Damn High w/Infinity888

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

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

 

 

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