Gittin' High

I'm still in it homie, yeah I ain't never left

A couple more problems under my belt, got me pacin my steps

This year alone enough to feel like my life ain't the same

Everybody watchin cause these haters keep callin my name

I thought it'd get greater when it come to fame

But all this roachin shit they put me thru'll have you smokin ya life away

Mayne

Still I don't blow at all - I choose to maintain

Cause whether I get high or not, my stress gon'be the same thing

Lord knows it ain't easy bein me, it ain't easy keepin it G

Knowin less then a day from now you ain't promised to see

I never light or roll it up, cause I can fight the pressure

Feelin'I was next watchin my brother on the stretcher

They same I'm crazy cause I never let my strain out

Everything stuck in my brain, done made it hard to take the stain out

Shit I do a song to take the pain out

And if I wasn't me I'd probably get a sack and try to blow my brains out

Lord knows if I couldn't maintain

And I wasn't use to goin head up with pain

Then I'd probably be gettin high

If they ain't never introduce me to fame

Or send my ass to live my life in the rain

Then I'd probably be gettin high

Stress got a nigga sittin low

And if I ain't know what I was livin fo'

Homie I'd probably be gettin high

Lord knows I'd probably be gettin high

I'm in my zone now, everything feel wrong now

For the first time in a long time I'm on my own now

My life gon'always be realer then most of these folks

They never understand what I be watchin inside of these locs

It's hard to determine why people around ya

Knowin the real reason they come around, ain't for love or to kick it

Around ya

I take it slow and live it one day at a time

And blow my thoughts out with this pen, instead of dro to ease a nigga mind

That ain't no knock on gettin high homie

But I choose to live my life and kick it sober, checkin niggas who get fly

Homie

I watch my surroundings like my surroundings watchin me

Stayin fo'steps ahead of e'm, and drop e'm if they blockin me

Yeah it ain't easy but I'm known to hold it down

I seen my partna Shy brother leave home and he still ain't been found

It's been two years but still we fight to never lay it down

And pray he don't get caught, or have to put his people underground

Lord knows if I couldn't maintain

And I wasn't use to goin head up with pain

Then I'd probably be gettin high

If they ain't never introduce me to fame

Or send my ass to live my life in the rain

Then I'd probably be gettin high

Stress got a nigga sittin low

And if I ain't know what I was livin fo'

Homie I'd probably be gettin high

Lord knows I'd probably be gettin high