Don't blow my high, don't look at me or ask why
In the lambo looking like a fly
But being high only elucidates to me
That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
Bitch, they call it motor city
His high is still really short to me
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
See originally i was free before being cool was just being me
How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly
Who'd predict shed come to me? make me feel so high,
Of the vhs especially during sex baby
Guess i cant be me or not being me
Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money
I gotta tell you it just aint easy being me,
And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby
Without being able to see the beauty, that's flashing by around me,
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