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High Tunes

Up getting high round 7 am

And my girl start bitching about my friends

Because last niggas was going to fuck in

I stumbled through the door cloud 9, cloud 10

Yeah that was round 4, say 3 hours ago

Now im smoking out the crib

picking out clothes

What im most comfortable in

My khaki cargos,

monte carlo

When I think of somewhere to go

I scan barcodes trying to see what its hitting for

Slamming my car door too hard you cant ride with me no more

I dont need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes

Word to the homie whacko, ain't fucking with me natural

Factual, studies show your bitches go, hannibal

Trying to eat a nigga alive, thats what this rap shit do

Them police is after you, niggas getting mad at you

Jet life from this high cant see shit unless that matter to you

You trying to be the boy they wonder what had happened to

I try to be the man I did more then I plan to do

I did my thing I snatched it before they could hand it to

Earthquake motor the road im doing damage to

The pain, the murder, the doors is suicide fool

You may die no lie, and this is very true

Im online like a dot com

Constructing these bars like im building a prison

Locked in though I gotta be out of my mind

Im parked, im sparked, im chillin u can burn with me

But them niggas gotta stay outside

Diamond in the back, sunroof

Counting up a stack in the drive thru

Bass slapping, what the gs ride to

Wonder what this is, its high tunes

Diamond in the back, sunroof

Countin up a stack... when I ride through

Got a fifty stack in my shoe

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