Hi Life
We livin' that hi life
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We livin' that hi life...mmmmmmmmmmm

I'm tired livin' [bad word] 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 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] came thinking to ease my mind
By sucking my [bad word] [bad word] make up for a minute cause that ship never lasts
In 1996 niggas is dyin' from layin' on that [bad word] First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-died
And you wonder why yo' niggas out there smokin' fry
I wish that I could tell you I wore [bad word] everytime
But if I told you that [bad word] you know that I be lyin'
And I've been [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word]  off my shirt
But still I puts in work and front for my folks
Cause where [bad word] from [bad word]  family just ain't no joke
Now be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat
But what about Baby Doe, some say that [bad word] 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] your way through it
Or stay [bad word]  it can [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] sleepin' on them corners that you pee on
Probably cause society felt they didn't belong
Now who in the [bad word] 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 [bad word] self
Now c'mon, who gives a [bad word] 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 [bad word] off that slab
Cause poverty will push a [bad word] 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 [bad word] outta this maze
man [bad word] a crime 'cause a [bad word]  crime pays
I'm going through a phase you don't grow out
Until there's a reason a mother [bad word] 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 [bad word] he going through, but yo, he gots to take it
You can't fake it, to get that hi li