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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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