Come Threw High

(yeah) (g-g-g-unit

style)

I hang with stoners,

hippies and gangbangers Gs flip em til myers,

yeah

Bout to come through,

yeah, come through fly (uh-huh)

We gonna get high til I die Fuck the system,

I’m free

(yeah, yeah) We gonna get high til I die Fuck the system,

I’m free

Rolling through the concrete wild With my family,

every single mile

No chains holding on my mind

Leaving all the stress behind (hahaha)

No walls can hold us down

We own this dusty town

(we free)

We gonna get high til I die Fuck the system,

I’m free

(yeah, yeah) We gonna get high til I die Fuck the system,

I’m free

Yeah, totally free

Hanging with my crew (ooh)