High & Rhyme

I need to get high & rhyme, ruthless, relentless & regal, I never be checking the time
Lord please protect me, I'm messy with all of the pain in this life
Me & my brother looking at each other like "how are we even alive?"
Guess I just needed a sign

The front don't matter, the back don't matter, sell all souls just to make that fatter
The plugs don't matter, the drugs don't matter, I got mad love, big up lil' rapper
All the steppers & the trappers & the stackers
& the strippers & the whores & the scammers &
The pretty pussy having honeytrappers be my people, it's a madness
Slang & SMASH are lethal with the bangers

Anything goes with people, the cruel, the benevolent, the thug element
Wealthy or poor, friendly or venomous, no-one escapes judgement, no settlement
Wishing for treasure is passive & gross, precious is secret & trash is for show
Goes in a flash, so say the old, ashes to ashes, we're all gonna go
When I don't worship, caught in the cold, victory's worthless, victory's gold
Digital blood, tablets & phones, cost to do business, already known, walahi
Slang is the shit, even though sometimes he acts like a prick
Quitting his wits & flipping the whip, I couldn't have lived with killing those kids
You ain't so lit, Consuela was sat on my face
I ain't tell her to move 'ca her booty's so big
You get confused, think you're losing your shit, end up losing your shit
Truth is a bitch is a bitch, Bridge City real nigga, man ain't so new in the shit
Killers & goofies the same, tryna make a crowd move
But don't know what they're doing, I ruin 'em

I need to get high & rhyme, ruthless, relentless & regal, I never be checking the time
Lord please protect me, I'm messy with all of the pain in this life
Me & my brother looking at each other like "how are we even alive?"
Guess I just needed a sign

I bet every religion could put up a sanctimonious representative of a denomination
Who take an extremist position who'd try & come kill me for ever admitting
A nigga developed a sneaking suspicion it probably don't matter you're Christian or Jewish
Buddhist, we're Muslim, how can I put this? One set of footprints
I can't account for what niggaz is doing, only account for what Sim has been doing
Yet I can speak on what Britain is doing, killing & killing & killing & killing
I don't mind friends, wanna know people, a nigga can't do it, I'm just too wounded
I could push through it, I do not pursue it, my mind's too fragile, I won't risk ruin
People chatting 'bout my brother's unwell but he suffers all Hell right here in the Dunya
He could throw blame, show shame or defer to The One who created us naturally
Naturally none of us happy, the way that shit go
Regrets over feelings, regrets over dough
Wanna stay alive, you should probably let 'em go, gotta let 'em go, forget 'em yo

I need to get high & rhyme, ruthless, relentless & regal, I never be checking the time
Lord please protect me, I'm messy with all of the pain in this life
Me & my brother looking at each other like "how are we even alive?"
Guess I just needed a sign



Credits
Writer(s): Simmon Cleaves
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