Ultimate High

[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)