High Life

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    High, high, high [x4]

    So high, what's beneath me, I can't even call it high
    Like ticket holders when the season started
    It ain't much to say when actions speak for themselves
    So just the fact that I'm in this motherfucker means I'm balling
    So next time you take shots keep an extra cartridge
    Niggers handcuffing hoes like the police department
    You think you flying but you really falling
    You just ain't hit the concrete yet nigger, you're stalling
    They say pop means being popular to the population
    So excuse me for being the topic of your conversation
    I just keep banging verses and rocking your mama's braces
    What you blazing a week, that's what I start my day with
    My checks worth more than your neck worth
    I got a network about the size of the next earth
    I'm laid up, so much head that my neck hurt
    I'm living a dream, I never once with the bed first you dig
    So what should I do with so much hate?
    Fuck it, I turn crabs in the bucket to a buffet
    And beef to a filet that's a full-course entrée
    And girl I turn that avocado to some guacomole
    So Spanish girls Ole, we can skip the foreplay
    Roll up some good hay and stay high for 4 days
    We can do it 4 ways, left right, up down
    My cup running over but I won't put my cup down
    You haters cheer leading while I'm out here running touch downs
    But I won't be ran down, I run shit, you run down

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    ... blowing whistles like please get the sun down
    Meanwhile I'm globetrotting from sun up to sun down
    But still I'm straight...
    No time to play cause I know they don't... on tp...
    But still I'm blaze, so manytrees don't need no shades
    Living that stamp life, I think my passport need more space
    Haha, it's B-o-B-o bitch!
    So don't, don't get mad when your girl come up to me in public like...
    Just keep it movin' brah
    All you hater, I don't even wanna hear no
    I don't even know why I gotta smoke for man
    It's like I just can't even get (high), not even a little bit, (high) at all!
    But still man, you know how I do it
    Grand hustle in the building
    Tip coming home soon so you know it's a problem!
    I'm gone... I'm finna go get (high)

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