Flying With The Angels (feat. Doe B)

There's no lie, man I'm so high Gotta live life, cus the day you die No flashing lights, this life has a price And I'm feelin, I'm feelin And man who can say one say I Won't run the streets, I wouldn't get high Not today and this a matter what the fuck shit man Nigga tryin me out with the hot shit man If you tryna get down, make a deal with the maker We'll show you firsthand how we deal with a hater Killers out there'll have to live with it later Shoot him in the head and deal with it later Man he's made up, fit to them Guess I'm only waitin only I'mma get to them Hatin ass nigga don't mention them But please don't mention what we did to them Nigga you know how we do and we do all Step through, I put the fire, it'll be more tall And like your life on the line whenever we talk If you say the wrong thing it could be yo loss I'mma do a kick play in a major way Nigga that's real Smoke and think about how I'mma get paid today Won't stop, can't rest til I'm major paid If I die today then I die smiling Nigga, no lie Because I live every day of my life like a night life K so we good about it I can feel on the tip of my fingers There's no lie, man I'm so high I feel like I've been sleepin with angels Gotta live life, cus the day you die Every day the true become famous No flashing lights, this life has a price And I can feel on the tip of my fingers And I feel it, I feel it Now I ain't sayin that I'm famous but the streets feel like I made it Come to Alabama, where they treat me like I'm savin Bet my mama still on that same block Ridin round in that same car Getting harassed by the same cops Feeling like I'm bout the rain drops I mean haven't got a pot to piss in til I got a pot to cool bricks in And I got a couple rich friends who feelin like I'm switching friends Boy a nigga say anything Niggas say a nigga changed Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I'm still the same Come on feel my pain, going through so much And while it's "fuck the fame", shit, where's the love? I can't leave these streets — I can't lose my plug If rap don't work for me, I'm back to sellin' drugs. Havin hopes, cashin dubs Same will say, match it up Cus shit, I'm through to go back to that shit And while I'm getting tied to my niggas' riches Money make it for better bitch I'm so close I can smell on my eyes and I see clearly I can feel on the tip of my fingers There's no lie, man I'm so high I feel like I've been sleepin with angels Gotta live life, cus the day you die Every day the true become famous No flashing lights, this life has a price And I can feel on the tip of my fingers And I feel it, I feel it