[Verse: Dan Marc]
Spit on the mic, and you know that I'm going
I'm going so hard that you know that I'm flowing
I Can never stop, cause you know that I'm grinding
I keep it so high that she know that I'm flying
Who do you mean? I gotta stay.. on my hustle and grind
What do you think I'll find? Gotta..
Gotta know, that a nigga gotta shine
When I came back and a nigga shine with the light
When I..
Came back, and you never got a bite
And I calmed down, fuck, right before the big fight
And day by day, when ya gotta go to work
Working everyday, when ya feet still hurt, Ah
Gah Dang, what'd I say, I gotta do
What I do, what I say, when I came back fool
Mothafucka I don't give a fuck
Cause the struggles in my life are kinda tough
It's High Life, My Life
High Life, My Life
You better know what the fuck the deal.. is
I don't give a fuck, if your sitting on the beat
Mothafkas.. I don't give a fuck... for real. Damn
Smoking so much weed it.. it helps me go to sleep
Pussy are like bud sometimes, they both gotta take them, go in deep
Damn
My bad Ace, You made this dope ass beat, I had to go on this shit
Interlude Niggas..