How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly
Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die
Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high
Then i get hit by a car and die
Till you get fed up and wanna die
Tears that our fore fathers cry
For people to die, because no money is sent?
Why would i worry? i am forever blessed
So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat
You die from my earthquake on porn mags you are buried
When they here today what you say to them
I gotta get it in, get that money and then,
I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
It. those who support me are all lucky cuz that's pure money.
And this baby daddy, is new to the family
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