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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