High

3 Man team 75,000 a Brick A Piece
Take turn to Sleep Grab My gun and hit the streets
My opp pushing a Bentley He think he tough in the Streets
Try to step on my toes Everyday provoking me
Put his a** on the plate Desert time to eat
Pull his body out the whip Drove away in the Jeep
Put that f***** out his Misery heavy artillery
Back home safe from Georgia State Roll Up the Weed
Counting Hail Marys ready To die for the money
F*** up your after-party Even the b****** turn Bodies
Wanna be killers they talk About me
Mr. Get to the money or Get shot for your jewelry

Smoke a blunt to get high N***** die try to Survive
Homicide
Where I reside
N***** try To get By
Pull a jooks just To get High

Two cars deep drove by Started hitting
In front of the building Sitting on crates and Benches
Everybody got shot I got Up continue shooting
Started hearing Sirens
My Bros dead on the Pavement
Week later retaliation Funeral arrangements
Black truck on Thanksgiving pointed out By a witness
Dark tented cops couldn't See me in it
Told me to pull over
Bent The corner and Started Running
To my girl Apartment she Cooking What's on the Menu
She looking at me funny Why you sweating what You up to?
Police playing Dirty try to Kill a n**** boo
What you want me to do
You wanted to do you



Credits
Writer(s): Shaun Simmon
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