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letra de drug high - anti!i (gbe)

[chorus: anti!i]
[?]
tryna make it out of the darkside
we’ll soon come up like a drug high
we soon blow up like explosives
we soon get checked like a bad vibe
can’t f-ck with people that badmind
[?]

[verse 1: anti!i]
don’t have time to partake in drama
i never mind that sh-t like nirvana
[?], ganja farmer
[?]
f-ck beef, i leave that to karma
but if you try me, lyrically it gets steep big man
we treat that like llama
i spit ape sh-t, i go bananas
sicko mode on the beat like i’m drizzy
tell them boom bye bye if they’rе getting in the way of my lizzy
things will get silly
f-ck thе repercussions
i’ve tried death so much, got the reaper cussing
living life like i won the lotto
f-ck tomorrow, die by the motto
[chorus: anti!i]
[?]
tryna make it out of the darkside
we’ll soon come up like a drug high
we soon blow up like explosives
we soon get checked like a bad vibe
can’t f-ck with people that badmind
[?]

[verse 2: anti!i]
i’m bumping, i’m grinding
stepped in dripped out head to toe like poseidon
i can’t feat with a dead emcee, please don’t send dead beats unless you want war with my man
that’s attack on t1t4n
’cause we cause a scene and they just bystand
make their eyes pop out of their sockets [?]

[verse 3: remieworld]
[?] i move frank sinatra
that’s life – kick in the door – ask for nada
badboy sh-t, can’t wait for my departure
[?] like the chip for the raza
wait, sh-t i don’t need those highs
we got them bruddas on the side saying ‘we those guys’
and we don’t hide from sh-t, i let the zenos fly
key to the game, what the f-ck? you see no i
complied to violence, you see both sides
my life turn up
my nose home over the white then i turn up
and vice versa, russian roulette with my burner
chase for the p’s, f-ck this i’m a tight earner
i’m a poltergeist, roll the dice
triple 6 up on my shoulder saying ‘soul is mine’
resolve my mind, hang my feelings out to dry
but these f-cker really wanna try and take my life
[verse 4: vince law]
pass the dutchie to the left hand side
constant intoxications f-cking with my mind
but sober vince just might burst any minute
so don’t p-ss me off ’cause today i’ve got time
gotta look out for pagans, it’s eye for an eye
can’t f-ck with these n-ggas playing jekyll and hyde
never been baptised
i’m still more than a priest, just a sign of the times
you can run but can’t hide
blood on the dancefloor any time i arrive
leaving no survivors
i earnt my stripes so f-ck the other tigers
never switch sides, can’t take me for [?]
living backwards left them health hazards
f-cked up my standards, might be relapsing
fractured feelings leave me in pieces
don’t know what sleep is, no time relaxing

- antii gbe

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