Gittin' High

[Chorus - Fat Pat sampled] (Verse 1 - Trae) I'm still in it homie,yeah I ain't never left A couple more problems under my belt,got me pacin my steps This year alone been enough to feel like my life ain't the same Everybody watchin cause these haters keep callin my name I thought it'd get greater when it come to fame But all this roachin shit they put me thru'll have you smokin ya life away mayne Still I don't blow at all - I choose to maintain Cause whether I get high or not,my stress gon'be the same thing Lord knows it ain't easy bein me,it ain't easy keepin it G Knowin less then a day from now you ain't promised to see I never light or roll it up,cause I can fight the pressure Feelin' I was next watchin my brother H.A.W.K. lay on a stretcher They same I'm crazy cause I never let my strain out Everything stuck in my brain,done made it hard to take the stain out Shit I do a song to take the pain out And if I wasn't me I'd probably get a sack and try to blow my brains out [Chorus - Trae + Fat Pat] Lord knows if I couldn't maintain And I wasn't use to goin head up with pain Then I'd probably be gettin high If they ain't never introduce me to fame Or send my ass to live my life in the rain Then I'd probably be gettin high Stress got a nigga sittin low And if I ain't know what I was livin fo' Homie I'd probably be gettin high Lord knows I'd probably be gettin high (Verse 2 - Trae) I'm in my zone now,everything feel wrong now For the first time in a long time I'm on my own now My life gon'always be realer then most of these folks They never understand what I be watchin inside of these locs It's hard to determine why people around ya Knowin the real reason they come around,ain't for love or to kick it around ya I take it slow and live it one day at a time And blow my thoughts out with this pen,instead of dro to ease a nigga mind That ain't no knock on gettin high homie But I choose to live my life and kick it sober,checkin niggas who get fly homie I watch my surroundings like my surroundings watchin me Stayin fo'steps ahead of e'm,and drop e'm if they blockin me Yeah it ain't easy but I'm known to hold it down I seen my partna Shy brother leave home and he still ain't been found It's been two years but still we fight to never lay it down And pray he don't get caught,or have to put his people underground [Chorus - Trae + Fat Pat] Lord knows if I couldn't maintain And I wasn't use to goin head up with pain Then I'd probably be gettin high If they ain't never introduce me to fame Or send my ass to live my life in the rain Then I'd probably be gettin high Stress got a nigga sittin low And if I ain't know what I was livin fo' Homie I'd probably be gettin high Lord knows I'd probably be gettin high