Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
Get 420 to rhyme wicked lines while he's at home getting high
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
But being high only elucidates to me
We might be back in this baby
His high is still really short to me
People always trying to get high
Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry
That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit
Trying to pierce rhinos thick skin, ur either high or stupid
Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat
Cause my standards are way to high for you to meet,
See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry
He sighed, then started to cry, his voice got kinda high.
Not about getting high, there is more to life
Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five
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