文本歌词

Where do I start they say that life imitates art, I'm tryna paint the picture
Paint the picture of this liquor induced scripture, I am just another nigga
Another nigga with a dream, it seems we finally made em all believe
A dream to be the reason we've come to achieve
The life that we would all kill for or even die for
High Score
High Score
So sick, so sick
So sick and tired of these little niggas talking grown shit
I ain't on their wave man I'm on my own ship
I don't need no ride man I'll get my own whip
No such thing as gate keeps build your own links
Gold links cover my neck like an old prince
Ain't xxxxing your xxxxx no more cause I got my own tings
Henna cover the hand that she roll with
I tell her I am no longer competing with these lames
I guess that's because our aspirations are not the same
You tryna get a chain, shit I'm tryna get a chain too
But that ain't really the point my nigga it's what the chain do, fame too
Trina connect with friends that I lost and all this shit that
I bought could never outweigh the cost of this plight dog
That's what I'm on this flight for
If this a game when I'm tryna beat my own High Score
Kayo
High Score
High Score
Live fast
Fly more
High Score
High Score
This life
We die for
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