Ultimate High

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Tryna live a life without hatred Tryna live a life without pain My understandin' wouldn't see sunshine if it wasn't for a lil' rain I love this nigga in the mirror So I'm like, "Who am I to change?" Probably try to kill him if he would resemble anybody else in this game You just can't trust these bitches Can't trust niggas either So I keep my guard up, remain hard Layin' back, puffin' this reefer Not if my God done gave me a job "Doin' what?" Bein' a leader Make an non-believer a believer Watch him 'cause the preacher's a deceiver Leadin' by example, so give him passes Done had to squish it to a halt He'dn't get a sample, beat his ass Fuck him and it's all my fault Charged with felonious assault It got me thinkin', "What if I done walked?" I hit him up, leave him dead No turnin' cheeks, like Jesus said Give him a bond 'cause he's a threat Tryin' to take me out of there for good I'd still be gone if I had to pledge Just bein' loyal to the hood It ain't gotta never be said Real nigga shit, long 'cause it's understood Livin' by the code of respect I can go on anybody's hood And I'm good [Phone call: Mark Krieger] "Hi Christian, it's Mark Krieger, I assume you'll remember me I was your attorney at that murder case You give me a call, I need to ask you, uhm, something If you could do me a favour Uh, my number is (313) 765-4321 [Verse 2: Trick Trick] I done seen it all, let me tell ya Been through it all, no failure I done seen a nigga get his head blown off (Boom) I swear to god, it would have scared you I ain't got to prove I'm a G Man, the other day you claimed you a G, I paved the way You take the stand, take him out the way Fuck do the cheques say? Gettin' paper never been the problem I ain't goin' back to the bottom Motherfuckers hate it when you make it Wouldn't stop it, so you kinda gotta dodge it I fell down, back up, fell back down, right back up Y'all don't wanna see the ignorant, menacin' leader of the Goon Sqwad act up (Hell nah) So leave me, GS, they see me Actin' the motherfuckin' fool, you know what they finna do to you? We been had hands our whole life, so we love us a good fight You better get the fuck on Or you probably wantin' for him to have a good night (Hold on) I done seen the best get beat Strip split to the white meat Stomped to the ground, fuckin' clown All 'cause he didn't like me Got what they askin' fo', jackass Fuck would I give a nigga like you a pass for? Nephew, fuck him up [Chorus] I wanna live my life Ultimate high, ultimate high Hopin' they hate [?] be The devil's alive (Devil's alive) Enemies try (Try [notes?]) Get in my way (Get in my way) [Waitin'?] behind Watch what you say (Watch what you say) [Verse 3] I was always the one (Yup) That they pointin' at yellin' ("That's him") That's the motherfucker with the gun Me, slippin'? (Uh, no) So bad when the sun shine in the summertime [?] four-five on my thigh Man tryna go live on a guy You comin' for mine? You goin' for mine Tell your mamma "Bye", now you finna die, you dead She 'on't even know why, same old sad song You knew he wasn't gone last long He's a bum, asshole Fuckboy couldn't get his own, now says Goin' down in a hole, six feet deep, you shoulda let 'em know Nigga you don't work your knee, 'cause we playin' in the streets Now they mad, [?] on his back sayin' ([?]) Fuck y'all, fuck him, you wrong, fuck him Nigga, fuck him Put the [?] another foot I ain't into gettin' my shit [?] I ain't finna call no police Nigga had a gun, they don't know me Tell you like my OG told me, I ain't let neh nigga hold me (Let's get it) Fuck you and you hoes (Fuck you) [Chorus] I wanna live my life Ultimate high, ultimate high Hopin' they hate [?] be The devil's alive (Devil's alive) Enemies try (Try [notes?]) Get in my way (Get in my way) [Waitin'?] behind Watch what you say (Watch what you say) [Verse 4] I'm thinkin' I figured out why these motherfuckers hatin' I been gettin' money since the 80's And I been a millionaire three times That'll come from lettin' motherfuckers play me I'm from where the plug got his verse Found out what your kids worth Think shit bad? Nah, better give 'em his money Or we'll get burnt Same boss with or without the bag And I'm stickin' to the script, when the shit get real With or without the mag (On beef, on real niggas) Gon' head run through that if you a boss Then you should have knew that gettin' lost is a [?] Catch a beef, blew, blah Or yo' whole head, blew, blah Tryna' find out where the rest of your crew at Cus' a real nigga wouldn't do that Hey, you found it at the [?]-ware starin' at the screen like (What is that?) You, even though it hurt, you can die tonight or you can go to work Homie that run off, I [?] And put your whole team in the dirt Never seen a real nigga in a skirt Walk up in the precinct, you speakin'? You done sprung a leak in your shirt Call your babe, tell her you gon' run my cut No more [?] fuck I say, fucked up So you just gon' run off with a nigga bag (You lay the fuck down) [Chorus] I wanna live my life Ultimate high, ultimate high Hopin' they hate [?] be The devil's alive (Devil's alive) Enemies try (Try [notes?]) Get in my way (Get in my way) [Waitin'?] behind Watch what you say (Watch what you say)