Bonafide--High Roads (MIX)

{CHORUS 4x} Just a few puffs, couple sips & I’m gone with the wind — eyes Chinese, I’m throwed. Vibin slow on these High Roads, here I go. {VERSE 1:} Full speed, no pumping the breaks while I’m bumping the bass. Hit the spliff a little & I might just lift up to space. Keep a Glock or a Smith & Wesson Cuffed at the waist to keep me safe For God’s sake, don’t let me slip up today. All I want is bread, I’m tryna make it spread like butter All these frontin muhfuckas Want a piece of the pie Please be mindful of these hoes When they tell ya that they love ya They don’t even know the meaning All that shit just be a lie These distractions hold ya back From tryna reach & touch the sky But looking down at my son Gives me more reason to fly , I —— stand ten toes down With my head raised Niggas sleeping on me But I got my bed made Fuck you mean I’m chasin my dreams wide awake And I see that shit so vivid Like I’m watching it on tape Full plate, eating Still ain’t get enough of what I ate Same ones that’ll ride for ya Be the same that hate — wait (wait) {CHORUS 4x} Just a few puffs, couple sips & I’m gone with the wind — eyes Chinese, I’m throwed. Vibin slow on these High Roads, here I go. {VERSE 2:} I was down, Took awhile, but now I switched up my faith Fell behind in the race Until I picked up my pace Now I’m on the rise Bout to blast off like a space ship Pockets on swole like they been doing weight lifts 24/7 I grind, fuck a day shift Your pockets stay stiff Shidd, no more minimum waging🤏🏾 If you boxed in, caged in That don’t make sense ( cents $€). Make sure you check ya lawn When the grass gets greener You won’t see em slither But you’ll hear them snakes hisss You can’t trust nobody, know why Cause the devil used to be an angel So they can shapeshift 🤔 Start my mornings off With a wake n bake spliff Make my way to heaven Then I come back from a blank trip Down here on earth Will be satan’s sanction & there’s no way you can escape it The time has appeared For you all to be awakened You bout to witness history evolve in the making Niggas brainwashed Most of all their skulls is vacant Society has made them all complacent I just thank God — I’m not basic Yea, what a hell of a creation Why sell myself to make it ? Lie to myself & fake it ? That ain’t even in my nature Sellout to these labels & get left out here naked ? I’m a diabolical bomb, Set for detonation Wait for the demonstration I was sent here To clean out the music industry Like I work for sanitation. This ain’t some sitcom Or cartoon, nothin is animated. And if it is, then this is me jacking back out the matrix {CHORUS 4x} Just a few puffs, couple sips & I’m gone with the wind — eyes Chinese, I’m throwed. Vibin slow on these High Roads, here I go.