Tayyib Ali - This High lyrics

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You better stop and think about what you doing

You better stop and think about what you doing

Keystone State of Mind 2

Tayyib Ali man

This time around we on some whole new shit

Yeah, fuck the bullshit yo, real new yo

And we was all fucked up back in the day, had nothing

Sneaks was gaffing, black runner, hot summer

And every year we was on the shame shit

Probably see the kid with the same shit remain chill

It’s North Philly where I put my … on, anywhere I walked alone

Young niggas who rose adopt them like foster homes

I was living broke, now I live on the road and it’s a lot you don’t know

It’s the East Coast, higher, greater, fire blazing, latex condom break

The big beat annihilator, mouths closed when I spoke

Young kings dilated, on my grind, why I hate it

Catch me in them sky scrapers

Worry about getting paid, not denying papers

Try and ball like the fucking ’89 Lakers

First dated, I be ma’s favorite

With my niggas on the high 80, so all I’m saying is stop

And think about what you doing, nigga

Man, you niggas better stop and think about what you doing, nigga

Yeah, you niggas better stop

They tryina stop my dreams and they wanna be on top like me

Man, you niggas better stop

But I’mma smoke my fog and they’ll never ever get this hot

This high

Yo, I wonder how life feel when they grab for it

I get to balling, never know when I’mma stop scoring

Go ahead, marsh on, my shit – you’re not on it

‘Cause y’all late like the wizards when they got you on your back

Like I never left, and I’ve been the same nigga before G’s, like the letter F

Before your dreams get put to rest, just look at the skyline, you further can try

They find it hard how I came a long way from the hallway

It’s small change, now I’m shitting on these niggas like all day

Pulling the trigger, a quick with ammunition

Where you’re living is different, in Philly that’s how we get it, though

Politic and mills grinding any minute, bro

Daydreaming while I chill on the Pacific Coast

A lot of days I ain’t right, I just sit and smoke

You gotta love it, I’m just giving hope

So nigga stop and think about what you doing, nigga

Man, you niggas better stop and think about what you doing, nigga

Yeah, you niggas better stop

They tryina stop my dreams and they wanna be on top like me

Man, you niggas better stop

But I’mma smoke my fog and they’ll never ever get this hot

This high

Yeah, think about what you doing, nigga

Yeah, you niggas better stop

Think about what you doing, it’s real tough