hi-life

, hi life, we livin' that hi life, hi life, we livin' that hi life.mmmmmmmmmmm, i'm tired livin' fucked up, tired of livin' bad, tired of hearing grandma tellin' me, when you gonna go to church chad, now i'm tryin' to live up to the image, that she would want me to be, but i got one foot in the street, and every week i flip a ki, i never wanted to be a g, but niggas depend on me, it ain't safe to hit i-10, so niggas fear with me, and all the niggas that i went to school wit, got cool wit, went to fool wit, i dealt selling that white shit, pushin' cocaine, niggas holding pistols, dependant on the game, what ya want me to do, its like somebody cut my throat, got $20,000, tryin' to turn it to a hundred, and ain't nobody got no dough, so niggas came to smoke, bad habits do exist, and if this bitch came thinking to ease my mind, by sucking my dick, bitch make up for a minute cause that ship never lasts, in 1996 niggas is dyin' from layin' on that ass, first magic johnson got it, then eazy-e died, and you wonder why yo' niggas out there smokin' fry, i wish that i could tell you i wore a rubber everytime, but if i told you that nigga you know that i be lyin', and i've been fucking pussy since the tender age of nine, it's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive, and crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt, but still i puts in work and front for my folks, cause where i come from nigga, family just ain't no joke, now d be gettin' married, and edgar on the boat, but what about baby doe, some say that nigga's selling dope, and you know that i ain't lyin', that just how family talk, but what you gonna do when the devil poke you with his fork, and everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved, most preachers are false prophets, fuckin' hoes and gettin' paid, i'm lookin' for the. you only got one life to live, that's all they give you to do it, you could bullshit your way through it, or stay true, it can be complicated cause niggas, be gettin' shot in the cross, people and names get lost, the people in the lane get tossed, the streets'll eat your ass alive, take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives, and nobody's surprised if somebody, don't survive the dusk to see dawn, it's treacherous how we was left to die, on the streets that we be on, motherfuckers sleepin' on them corners that you pee on, probably cause society felt they didn't belong, now who in the fuck made it this way for us, got all these little niggas slangin' that yay, because it ain't like they make high levels gainable, and that punk piece of american pie just ain't obtainable, so how can i substain a full life before death, man, i'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self, now c'mon, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham, livin' off of raemon noodles, beef jerky, and spam, now that's sad, but that's a fact of life, all i can see in front of me is up for grabs, come off that slab, cause poverty will push a nigga over that brink, over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge, so instead of being without, i'm hustling, tryin' to get through these ungodly days, thinkin' of ways to get the fuck outta this maze, a man will committ a crime 'cause a fuckin' crime pays, i'm going through a phase you don't grow out, until there's a reason a mother fuckers gots to pour out, his 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind, but still sometimes he don't know why, he walkin' around just hopin', he can get one more try to make it, it's bullshit he going through, but yo, he gots to take it, you can't fake it, to get that hi life,