Hightolerence
Stop the violence
Used to hearing all them choppers go to work and get to clapping starting to sound just like violins
Everybody want my spot but it was hard work to get here man i really put the time in
You don't make it where I'm from but i was bound to make it out but all i ever heard was sirens
My soul done left my body and i can't feel no more of this pain i might just have a high tolerance
Back to back we go this ain't sum i wrote
Going up this slope but I'm gone get there
Feel like I'm hanging by a rope but my soul won't let go
Leave my feelings on the floor spill it right there
Chilling with my son i been watching the horizon
Smoke feel up my lungs meanwhile drip fill up my closet
No i don't play dumb i been moving like a father
Just here to show my love for the ones gone hold a lighter
Sometimes i wonder if you did what i did would i be butt hurt
But you not like a shovel you don't dig dirt
Counting racks my wrist hurt
She say I'm a big flirt
Don't check me my piss dirty
Stop the violence
Used to hearing all them choppers go to work and get to clapping starting to sound just like violins
Everybody want my spot but it was hard work to get here man i really put the time in
You don't make it where I'm from but i was bound to make it out but all i ever heard was sirens
My soul done left my body and i can't feel no more of this pain i might just have a high tolerance
High tolerance don't bother me
My life was hard that's hard to beat
I came so far not hard to please
I'm fighting for a sense of peace
I tried to give bro the game I guess we not moving the same
Never putting me first I'm to blame
Well i guess everybody gone change
I poured a drink in my cup no Kirko bang
No I'm never letting up no i won't change nah
Stop the violence
Used to hearing all them choppers go to work and get to clapping starting to sound just like violins
Everybody want my spot but it was hard work to get here man i really put the time in
You don't make it where I'm from but i was bound to make it out but all i ever heard were sirens
My soul done left my body and i can't feel no more of this pain i might just have a high tolerance
Used to hearing all them choppers go to work and get to clapping starting to sound just like violins
Everybody want my spot but it was hard work to get here man i really put the time in
You don't make it where I'm from but i was bound to make it out but all i ever heard was sirens
My soul done left my body and i can't feel no more of this pain i might just have a high tolerance
Back to back we go this ain't sum i wrote
Going up this slope but I'm gone get there
Feel like I'm hanging by a rope but my soul won't let go
Leave my feelings on the floor spill it right there
Chilling with my son i been watching the horizon
Smoke feel up my lungs meanwhile drip fill up my closet
No i don't play dumb i been moving like a father
Just here to show my love for the ones gone hold a lighter
Sometimes i wonder if you did what i did would i be butt hurt
But you not like a shovel you don't dig dirt
Counting racks my wrist hurt
She say I'm a big flirt
Don't check me my piss dirty
Stop the violence
Used to hearing all them choppers go to work and get to clapping starting to sound just like violins
Everybody want my spot but it was hard work to get here man i really put the time in
You don't make it where I'm from but i was bound to make it out but all i ever heard was sirens
My soul done left my body and i can't feel no more of this pain i might just have a high tolerance
High tolerance don't bother me
My life was hard that's hard to beat
I came so far not hard to please
I'm fighting for a sense of peace
I tried to give bro the game I guess we not moving the same
Never putting me first I'm to blame
Well i guess everybody gone change
I poured a drink in my cup no Kirko bang
No I'm never letting up no i won't change nah
Stop the violence
Used to hearing all them choppers go to work and get to clapping starting to sound just like violins
Everybody want my spot but it was hard work to get here man i really put the time in
You don't make it where I'm from but i was bound to make it out but all i ever heard were sirens
My soul done left my body and i can't feel no more of this pain i might just have a high tolerance
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Writer(s): Tj Lowe
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