The High

By JS Jude

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Up late and im hungry

Smokin gave me munchies

Bout to eat this one beat

Maybe get some lunch meat

Put it on a loaf of bread

Eat a sandwich go to bed

Listen back to what i said

When i wake up from dreamin about gettin head

From my ex when my semen went into her egg

Thats a lesson on the stressin that will come with sex

But im blessed cuz i got no kids to give a cent

Let a nigga vent/ do this on the daily

Do this till you pay me

Music for my babies

These women take me way to serious

As if its just the two of us

Never waiting or dating

Pussy just a daydream

Moneys the reality

Whats your salary mine is separated when i make it with my mother

She just take it cuz i sleep inside her crib

Guess to save it ima have to go find a place to live

Maybe by bridge and ill shower in a gym

Do a couple sets of 10

Go to work and keep a grin

Like a g/ still smoke weed

And kill dope beats

Not talk to police

I dont know no things

I dont sing im a real rap king

If im nice clap twice

At a nigga that dont like

Who gon fight over music

Thats a useless way to lose your life

But you can die if my people on my side

If not im fried/ like shrimp in the rice

But a pimp in the night gonna shine extra bright

Ima spotlight/ exposing fraud like behavior

My city savior

Charles xavier

All up in your mind gave your kool aid more flavor

Like a pool with mo bitches

I was cool with no bitches

Went to school with ho bitches that should beg for forgiveness

Gwapoz for life

Rapping for riches

Im cold but no sickness

Im murder no witness

No risk no reward is the way i view this shit

I wished and ain't get shit

I prayed and got shifted

From lazy to ambitious

See bitch my hand vicious

When it come to writing life scriptures

This is ain't a song this the new hitler

The next bomb i drop will break the richter

Ima moving picture thatll never end

Ima dick cuz we can't be friends

I ain't rich but ill always spend some to smoke again

It could be my last 10

Still will send that text

Whats next? space cadet

Come her bitch and get wet

Let me kiss you on the neck

I knew when i talked to you it was nothing but net

Net worth 1 cassette of my best raps yet

Just like when i started cept now im upset

Cuz i ain't gettin paid off of anything i made

I know i been reppin dade but the streets been paved

N im paving new ways to get to a bigger stage

Stop let the beat ventilate

Going in man my flow penetrate

Other rappers still leave some beat on the plate

With me i scrape it all beats taste like cheesecake

More takes and less space for weak ass debates

Im rappin/ shut up/ nobody can retrace my footsteps

Let alone keep up with my pace