Songtexte High - Meyhem Lauren , VDon

Let's get high nigga
Yeah, difference between a house and a home
Mama raised a village, papa played with killers
Cold defenders, that road will end us
Or did it? Maybe it did
I give my lady a hard time, she gave me her rib

Safe to say that's my soulmate
Living day to day, scrape the blow plate
You don't know who you with, know yourself
My niggas on go, tryna go straight
No results yet
Just acetone cans with the compress
Four pounds will make your palms sweat
Gotta listen more, talk less
Still modest, used to fill dockets
Spilled pockets, bitches filled crotches
Prosperous, but I don't do snakeskins or ostrich
I'm polished, a nigga the system wanna abolish

You don't know who you with, know yourself
Put a hole in your shit over wealth
You on your own, no one else
Let's get high nigga

Yeah, caught dreams is tarnished
These little niggas 14 with chargers
He wanna be the next designer
Just gotta respect the grinders, you know?
I been in and out the game, champ
Since Dio had the birds with the name stamped
Street lights, I'm still under the same lamp
We going up north once the chain clamps

Let's get high nigga
Yeah, difference between a house and a home
You don't know who you with, know yourself
Put a hole in your shit over wealth
You on your own, no one else
Let's get high nigga

Let's shake out, getting this flake out
Truffled french fries for take out
My whole team getting cream though
Y'all niggas never seen dough
You might've seen me in the back streets pitching
Work to some cougars with they back teeth missing
I'm glowing like the Vatican at midnight
Pardon my ways, I had to get this crib right
So much jewelry, probably think I did a heist
These drugs are free, I'm only selling them advice
P.O., P.O., my Peruvian struggle
Got a thick white chick that got a Nubian bubble
Got a thick black chick that got a white girl's hair
Told them both to play nice because life ain't fair
Shit, I'm in the beach chair rocking ski wear
Watching people cop all the grams, my niggas prepared
Rocking crisp leathers with some Chris Weppers
G'd up, then we re'd up, nigga the strips fed us
In the building even when I'm outside
Fuck around, you getting outlined, pussy

You don't know who you with, know yourself
Put a hole in your shit over wealth
You on your own, no one else
Let's get high nigga