I was raised in the 80's by
Who was raised in the 70's
Who was raised in the 60's by some
all that shit done got pushed back
They say life is a bitch, still bitch
Making money is a bitch, still bitch
Packing guns is a bitch, but
I say ain't that a bitch, just bitch
I'll fly high in the sky with
Said she wanna fly high just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it,
she just wants to kick it
OG like I'm high in the sky
Said she wanna fly high just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it,
she just wants to kick it
Just me and my three bitches
C .O .B. till a nigga got gray hair
Haters wanna kill me, cops never play fair
West on my back, cause I ain't scared
Pac passed, he named me the main heir
heater keep smoking like a peace pipe
Put you in the breeze like
Adidas nigga eat striped cobra
Teaching money to speak like
a shot to the head took my good friend's memory
He don't even remember me,
even though it's his head that fucked mine up mentally
they gotta die for what they did to me
I'ma bust him in his head
Dozen shots and cousin to have
a discussion with the dead
If I slip up and they touch me
Don't rush me to the hospital,
them suckers wanna cuff me to the bed
Listen, the underbelly of society is speaking
If it's beef you're seeking,
you should aspire to be a vegan
If you speaking on green,
I'm thinking you preaching
To the choir and the deacon,
my chain shining brighter than a beacon
Yeah, whatever the budget,
whenever cheddar's the subject
My beret'll hold you niggas
And a nigga know it ain't right
Give me your money, your guns, or your life
in the sky with my rooftop ladies
Said she wanna fly high just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it
She just wants to kick it with a flow
Just me and my three bitches
I'm high in the sky with my rooftop ladies
Said she wanna fly high just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it
She just wants to kick it with a true
You don't like my frown too bad?
Even when he smile, dude mad
Nigga pants got that wild goon sag
Gripping on my pistol while
And the block is hotter than
chicken when it's sizzling in
I'm spitting at this thick hoe
The bristles say she's stripping
She pop pizzles and sniff blow
Your man don't like it, I crush
shots spin you in mid -air
Like you some kind of silly fan, damn,
Cause where I'm from, it's
Niggas bust guns when they oughta
Put a slug in your daughter,
turn your sons into martyrs
there's blood in the water
Mathematic with rounds I bust
Squeeze the trigonometry on a 40 cal,
Subtract you down to dust,
Knock us square out, you cowards when
shots ring to the third power
Nowadays, crime fuckin' pays
Beach, I'm stuck in my ways
wanna know how I get down, man
I high in the sky with my rooftop ladies
Say she wanna fly high just to be my baby
She just wants to kick it,
she just wants to kick it
Guns, money, life, love all three