Prada West - Chase the High
Ya ugh we only got one life manSo do what the fuck you wanna do feel me ya
Ya running this shit likes its cardio snapping bars through the battle scars
I keep it real with a heart of gold no fake shit or make shift
I keep it straight there’s no face lifts so what you see is what you get
And I’m getting mine I stay paid bitch
I do what I want daily no need for the talk just pay me
If you don’t be talking money then boy you be taking crazy
Dumb it down just to help’m hear it speak truth and I know they fear it
So I spit it from the heart every word I say and I’m never gonna stop til they feel my spirit
So I light the blunt take a hit and chase the high
I'm a do just what I want until the day I die
So I light the blunt take a hit and chase the high
I'm a do just what I want until the day I die
I came in this game for the pay check give a fuck about fame ya
Still hustling hard every day stretched y’all haters are mad cuz i stay blessed
I came in this game for the pay check give a fuck about fame ya
Still hustling hard every day stretched y’all haters are mad cuz i stay blessed
I had an Epiphany now I just fight for the cause
Give a fuck about haters cause y’all just be living like frauds
So I’m taking my spot taking the lead leaving’m lost and making bleed
Put in that work and aim for the top they know I be clocking making them Gs
Flip it once flip flip it twice packing bricks like I pick up ice
A bit of advice I give to my folks is stick to the grind don’t miss your flight
Ya ugh it’s easy as that nose to the grind while I’m seeking the cash
I do what I want whenever I want while dropping regrets that I leave in the past
So I light the blunt take a hit and chase the high
I'm a do just what I want until the day I die
So I light the blunt take a hit and chase the high
I'm a do just what I want until the day I die
I came in this game for the pay check give a fuck about fame ya
Still hustling hard every day stretched y’all haters are mad cuz i stay blessed
I came in this game for the pay check give a fuck about fame ya
Still hustling hard every day stretched y’all haters are mad cuz i stay blessed
Written by:
Giovanni Nardi
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