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Highdollaz lyrics
Verse 1:
I m high till I die,
Drunk till I m gone
Everybody wanna talk but leave me alone
Homies sayz about the feds, little brothers dead
And all I see is murder and trouble always ahead
So I m trapped in pain, cause momma won t stop cryin
Got nothin to gain in the game forever tryin
Will I lose so I choose to be a killa
So when you mention Syke they say, fuck that nigga
But I don t give a fuck I m drivin buckets,
stackin duckets, tryna get my mail,
Constantly warned about death in jail
So I m high why even try, glocks to the sky
It s either me or the enemy somebody gonna die
But nobody cares the world is so ungrateful,
It ain t fair my woman dropped me after being faithful
I can t take it I smoke a pack a day
It s like I m goin cracked away,
What you say...
Chorus:
Time s revolvin can you see the change?
Never solvin things will always stay the same,
Time s revolvin can you feel the pain?
Never solvin things will always stay the same
Verse 2:
Dear mister president I represent the ghetto
Tell ya wife hello, I ll be brief wid this kinda grief
Niggas is locked up set blocked up penetentiary lies
Mo niggas in jail than baptised,
For centuries my loyalty family pockets stay lackin
Homie s stretch is overcrowded and you still taxin
Homies dyin now who got the clout, not me,
You get more time for 5 grammes and a half a ki
Blacks poppin rocks, whites on the powder grind
You wanna test mine, rather die than let you see me cry
So I m lost what s the cost for a crime boss
It depends on the color of the sauce
Democrats Republicans stumblin to the concrete
Cause they covered by white sheets,
Can t compete wid you scandalous politicians
So every fuckin night, I m on a mission
Highdolla gangbangin
Chorus
Verse 3:
Still caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips,
I m surrounded by blood and crips, will I trip?
I need money disjunction, so I m wild can t function
Ain t that something for nothing?
Who the fuck do I look like?
To go from Lil Syke to Big Syke overnight
Bangin tights in 79 rollin perimeters
From January to December, can you remember?
Big homies puttin in work, 6-4s in the dirt
Going body wid your Gs till ya knuckles hurt
In the land of the lost where it cost to bang
So I made it off the street fame fuck the rap game
It s a shame so much pressure and pain
Niggas can t maintain cause on the streets they got bustas scandalous
Now you a killin apparatus nigga come now,
Vow to stay a hog till the day I die
While busta niggas wanna try,
This highdolla gangbangin
Chorus (2x)
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