Tony Montana - Why We Get High Lyrics

I used to pop wheelies as I rode down the block
Playing Pac on my headphones, money in my sock
Couple grams in my pockets, call me big poppa
You ain't never gonna stop me, middle fingers to the law
Just a young boy kicking it, handling my business
Smoking in the car before I could even whip in it
We getting it, a little bit hazy
Keep the windows rolled up no smoke escaping
Then we roll up to the high school
If you mean mugging then my crew might fight you
I'm that young Sinatra
Smooth play boy trapping out the locker
Money on my mind
Steady killing shit since 95
Ask me any time i'll be down to ride
Cuz life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high

That's why we get high
That's why we get high, ayyyyyyy
That's why we get high

I flip the zip to the kids on the block
Seein' the blacked out ford on the corner snapping shots
The grind makes money but the life gets lonely
So I stash the cash and I call up the homies
We meet up in the park after dark for a spliff or two
Kick it by the benches reminiscing bout the prison food
We spend the night getting faded
Remembering the times we thought we might not make it
Laughing bout the tracks we recorded in the basement
Compared to where we're at got us feeling like we made it
But we still ain't there
5 years late life still ain't fair no
So I write my rhymes
And my time will come I can see them signs
And yeah you can try but you won't block my shine
Cuz life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high

That's why we get high
That's why we get high ayyyyyy
That's why we get high