Always So High - Screwed & Chopped

I put dro in 'gars, put coke in jars
 Gotta stay on my toes so I don't do bars
 I sip syrup, but if I get sleepy
 I put my jewelry in my pocket and I head to my teepee
 Got money and power, not a barker or growler
 In the game with no ref, but will bury a fouler
 Moonlight howler, in a new white Prowler
 South Park freestyler, not a police dialer
 Make more bread than a deli, burn rubber in belly
 Nigga might put it in a peanut butter and jelly
 And I get so much head up in H-Town nightclubs
 I guess I can honestly say that life sucks
 Crib was a mil, that's what it costed
 My girl from London called me a cheating bastard
 No more broke mon, now '
 Los so strong
 The world show me more fuckin' love than a slow songPeople always ask the same question'
 Losy why always so high?
 If you only knew how I'm stressing
 You would surely understand whyI meet a fan and be trippin' how they squeeze my hand
 I remember chuggin' Busch and I'd keep the can
 Houston bum, all I had was a stupid gun
 And 7 black trash bags of aluminum
 In the club I be tryna dance
 But I look like my gramps when he fell in the plants
 And my '
 Wela didn't think it was funny
 I was tryna hold my laugh down deep in my tummy haha
 My whole family get drunk and crunk
 Then wake up in the morning like "
 What the fuck?"
 Eyes bloodshot, head hurtin', and whatnot2 hours later, shootin' pool at the thug spot25 dudes and about 9 chicks
 And they wonder why we always fightin' and shit
 I blast you Romans, like the boy Yosemite
 Just step if you wanna test my authenticity ahhhPeople always ask the same question'
 Losy why you always so high?
 If you only how I'm stressing
 You would surely understand whyMe, I'm getting high while my broad getting low
 Driving down Martin Luther King very slow
 My enemies gon' catch it like the flu1 2 maybe 3 with the .
 45'll do
 Clean it up, wrap the boy in a sheet
 Cuz you can't just leave him all twisted on the street
 Some sad some happy, with that girl Jackie
 While my cousin at the war tryna help the Iraqi
 Livin' under pressure, I pray for the soldier
 Right across the street while she laid on the sofa
 My best friend's daughter got shot in a drive by
 Thank God she lived, but the scars never quite die
 Lord help me, tight fist around the clip
 I feel I can't breathe I need revenge for this shit
 Every time I turn around I'm tested
 As I roll another blunt out this ounce I'm blessed withPeople always ask the same question'
 Losy why you always so high?
 If you only knew how I'm stressing
 You would surely understand why
 One time one time, Lord help me
 One time one time, Lord help me