Curb High

Grab a tight fist as my lips spit shit that’ll
Split your wrist, slip your disk, and punch out some hits
Now ask me why I cause a homicide. Seek a center
Was a baby, my brain’s been on a mental rockslide
It started out in elementary fights. I was
That type that liked punching out my playmate’s pearly whites
Never was much for gaming. I Duck, Duck, Goose
With a trey-deuce, and I’ve perfected target-aiming
Never had a chum, my brother was my only one
Me, him, my moms, her bat, and my father’s gun
Rolled up into them rift-downs. Suckers, just
Get down ‘cause I was a kid known for pointing his
Smith down and letting the Wesson teach telepathy ‘cause, see
For seven hours a day, I heard the story of a profession
White kids, white queens, white scenario
But walking my streets after dark was crazy scary, yo
Pushers push, hookers hook, and every once in a while
You’ll look over your shoulder for a possible crook
Curb ((Curb)) High ((High))
Lowlife live by the sword, (die by the knife)
Curb ((Curb)) High ((High))
Lowlife live by the sword, (die by the knife)