Highdollaz lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics 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) song lyrics