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letra de high on conscience - saxes

vida:”he then looked at me & said,son where there’s smoke there’s fire.now you can either choose to let the fire burn you or you can use it as a source of light in dark times.now to me every little puff i take is a kiss goodbye resulting in the cremation of my problems embodied by ashes of this poison that percieves to be the remedy of my thoughts.”

you see the reason i don’t trap is cause i’m tryna free you,nah i ain’t tryna get no fans i ain’t tryna be cool.you caught the pun or you caught a flu.cough it up,cough it up,i got some weed for you too.the type that makes you turn blue.you see my daddy died when i was 14 but i lost him at age 2.pardon my sentimentality if you ain’t feeling the tune,cause it’s too g-y well i guess i’m happy for you.you see the very same people that told me i ain’t gon’ be sh-t ironically tried to shut me in a toilet.mama said the world gon swallow me up it’s either imo die,or imo get digested.see i’m always p-ssing the pot cause i got sh-t on my plate,believe in not believing in,i create my own fate.i’m always f-cking with real but i’m a virgin to fake, while i drive the world crazy you better stay in your gahd-mn lane

hook x2
i gaht these b-tches acting funny screaming spudy spudy,negus acting tough claiming that they gaht the money,i’m just outchea tryna build a house for my mommy,another for my granny.that’s just how my life be.that’s just how my loud be,screaming dobie dobie,screaming dobie dobie,dobie dobie dobie x3 dobie dobie dobapah dobie dobie

like a magician stick,knew i was the ‘one then’ i started making rappers disappear.yeah yeah yeah.watch out i’m about take over year by year.somebody can’t afford a shoe lace while you outcha tripping,on some j.cole tip just love the life you living.granny’s house seems to be leaking,i’m jih tryna reach the top just so i could put in a ceiling
dahm i never got to call my father dad,d-mn!now this motherf-cker f-cken dead,d-mn!x2 now das so sad.hol’up,hol’up now this ain’t no self pity call it a soliloquy, i gotta pay my dead dad some apostrophe,if you don’t know what that means better work on your vocabulary

seems like everyday is christmas doe,cause everywhere i turn all i see is a hoe hoe hoe,now i know i’m not perfect but these b-tches love my flaws,& six feet under these ‘floors’ are one of these rappers’ skeletons,they tried to sleep on me cause ironically they knew i was bad,but now i’m back now & i’m better now & they bitter now like lemons.i would make some lemonade but i already got the juice(splash splash)b-tch said i’m nothing different i’m just another wanna be,then i made her swallow my ‘s-m-n’ cause i practice what i preach(amen).that’s what you get for crossing me like i was the rap jesus.you call it blasphemy well god be blessing me.had to break the door cause they kept on claiming education is the key.tryna sleep on me i suggest you get yourself a cup of coffee,i gaht my raps up & waited for this last line just so i could call this the wrap up

i don’t act up,this is high on conscience by the one & only saxes,saxes motherf-cker

- saxes

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