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Yeah, this is Ace Black Bossalini
Fetty Chico,
I just wanna say I got love for all you haters out
Cause if it wasn't for y'all, we be real players

High, high, high, high, on
High, high, high, high, on
High, high,

We're comin' in group with mob and game
Ghetto when we step on the scene
diamonds, flashin' red beams
My squad the SWAT team
Security scopin', I'm with the Fourteen by any means

rules everythin, money is power
Rather die like a soldier than live my as a coward
How players spit the real hits?
How many ballers you know that you makin' scrill

be actin' like the game is gone
But they ain't they eyes
I've spinnin' Dead Presidents since they was alive
It's Newport to G.P.C.
haters get smoked quick up because they cheap
We yay

Like a shark I pull you the water
Get you caught up in some shh
Steady mobbin' and stackin' chips in the Bay
Suit and hittin' switches, thugs ain't your average
Marks just up all they cabbage

See the big fish eat up the
It's real big dogs to little pound puppies
22 to a 50 cal got 'em
But my was a problem child
Robbin' banks when I was

I told my PO I get no drama
But if they try to take my I'm dumpin', that's on my momma
And my little girl, the world is
for a player like me to get behind her high powered

High, high, high, high
(Yeah playboy, players lovin' to ball)
High, high, high, powered
(Natural riders)

High, high, high, powered
(From the to the tomb)
High, high, high, powered
(We're real this, we at this)

High, high, high, high
(Immortalized, powered for life)
High, high, high, high
(We die, we multiply, thugs)

High, high, high, powered
(Energized them batteries, down here for this mob life)
High, high, high, high
(Move thugs)

My life is all women and money but the money come women
I'm a self-made mob figure
Ain't no for suckers duckin' the undercovers
Keep my strap on the side for the that hate to love us

Wanna be us, but they see us
From a womb to the tomb, I'm out as a fiend is
Born sinnin' in a world of yay
Pretty dickin' in us niggas twirkin' off bomb and liquor

Hit the front of St. Louis Times
High speed in Westside,
Felons committin' and got the ATF all on my jock
Bitches cussin' and smilin' will never stop

We gotta duck, see I'm callin' 4 or 5 ghetto names
Bossalini, Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Slang
Sported a rim since a BG Bossalini
I'm tatted up out bulletproofed wearin' a beanie

Where the Westside at? the Eastside at?
Where the North, the South, where the Westside at?
We're 50 players, mo' fools is 22's
Murder next to my marrow, killin' up with the blues

Bossalini, Fetty Chico, around since '89
Steady 9, technism, from the mind
To the suckers who ain't knowin, that's too damned bad
I'm from the killa Cali,
Where we ridin' for cash, I'm powered

High, high, high, high
(Yeah, they to kick the real thugs out the ghetto, they want to)
High, high, high, powered
([Incomprehensible] ya me? They ain't gon win)

High, high, high, powered
(They can't win, we're forever, they can't win)
High, high, high, powered
(Patna, they just can't win, we powered)

High, high, high, powered
(You ain't nothin but high cowards, 1999)
High, high, high, powered
(Peep Speezie Ace Bossalini)

High, high, high, powered
(Fetty Chico, Shiznilty, Immortalized)
High, high, high, powered

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