High Tunes Lyrics

Up getting high round 7 am
And my girl stop bitching I'm bout my friends
Because last niggers was going to fuck in
I stumbled through the door cloud 9, cloud 10
Yeah that was round 4, say 3 hours ago
Now I'm smoking out the crib, picking out clothes
What I'm most comfortable in [?]
When I think of somewhere to go
I'm scanning for a post trying to see what is here for
Slamming my card [?] you can't ride with me no more
I don't need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes
Work of the homie whacko, they fucking with me natural
Factual, it's time to show your bitches go, hannibal
Trying to heat a nigger alive, that's what this rap shit do
Then police is after you, niggers getting mad at you
[?] can't see shit [?] matter to you
Ah, you trying to be the boy they wonder what [?] happened to you
I try to be the man I did more and I plan to do
I did my thing I snatched it before they could handed tot
Earthquake [?] the road I'm doing [?]
The pain, the murder, the thoughts of suicide fool
You [?] no lie, and this is very true
I'm al [?] constructing these bars like I'm building a prison
Like [?] know I gotta be out of my mind
[?] but them niggers gotta stay outside

Diamond in the back [?] roof
Counting up a stack in the drive through
Late slapping, what the g's drive through
Wonder what this is, it's high tunes
Diamond in the back [?] roof
[?] gotta fit the stack in my shoe
Diamond in the back [?]
Counting up a stack in the drive through
Late slapping, what the g's drive through
Wonder what this is, it's high tunes
We did see this [?] fool