High for This - Nate Husser

I slept on bags of clothes

Now I get bags of clothes

They wasn’t there at my lowest

I cannot stand these hoes

I’m tryn do right with people

Not tryna fight with people

But all you trifling people

Got me not likin people

So I Got my pipe to the peephole

Middle finger to the every po

I know they wanna see me poor

Key to the city in keyhole

Been in this game for years

Turned me into savage

Don’t take my words granted

Holdin my weight like my baggage

Boy I been tired I hidin

Dealin w too much anxiety

My bigga niga just died

There ain’t sun no the sun in the sky

There ain’t no lack when we ridin

Cross the police I look em in the eye

Can’t let them get behind me

If there was a nigga any crazier than I

He on my squad ready to die

I cannot not tell u no lie

I cross my heart, legends don’t die

Some body pass me The fire cause

I might need to get high for this

Goin thru all kinda sht

My nigga just died n sht

My niggas gon ride to this

Roll the window and ima slide to this

My niggas is live as sht

I’m might fkn die for die this

Pass the fkn lighter bitch

One to the face X15