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Текст песни Big Syke - Highdollaz

Big Syke - Highdollaz слова песни

Verse 1:I`m high till I die,Drunk till I`m goneEverybody wanna talk but leave me aloneHomies sayz about the feds, little brothers deadAnd all I see is murder and trouble always aheadSo 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 killaSo when you mention Syke they say, fuck that niggaBut I don`t give a fuck I`m drivin` buckets,stackin` duckets, tryna get my mail,Constantly warned about death in jailSo I`m high why even try, glocks to the skyIt`s either me or the enemy somebody gonna dieBut nobody cares the world is so ungrateful,It ain`t fair my woman dropped me after being faithfulI can`t take it I smoke a pack a dayIt`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 sameVerse 2:Dear mister president I represent the ghettoTell ya wife hello, I`ll be brief wid this kinda griefNiggas is locked up set blocked up penetentiary liesMo` 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 kiBlacks poppin` rocks, whites on the powder grindYou wanna test mine, rather die than let you see me crySo I`m lost what`s the cost for a crime bossIt depends on the color of the sauceDemocrats Republicans stumblin` to the concreteCause they covered by white sheets,Can`t compete wid you scandalous politiciansSo every fuckin` night, I`m on a missionHighdolla gangbangin`ChorusVerse 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 functionAin`t that something for nothing?Who the fuck do I look like?To go from Lil Syke to Big Syke overnightBangin` tights in `79 rollin` perimetersFrom January to December, can you remember?Big homies puttin` in work, 6-4s in the dirtGoing body wid your Gs till ya knuckles hurtIn the land of the lost where it cost to bangSo I made it off the street fame fuck the rap gameIt`s a shame so much pressure and painNiggas can`t maintain cause on the streets they got bustas scandalousNow you a killin` apparatus nigga come now,Vow to stay a hog till the day I dieWhile busta niggas wanna try,This highdolla gangbangin`Chorus (2x)

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