High

I just wanna tell my story

From the westside I'm sitting on this curb side looking in the sky

Like why my mans died

So i light this blunt hoping that they where the birds fly

i'm sipping on this glass of henny and it's nowhere near five

The corner store chinese restaurant

Where we was posted at Back when chuck had the expedition

Barry hair was black Pooh was lifting weights

Spoung was getting hella cake reemo was the flyest

Nigga switched his kicks up everyday

In the hood the kids would play You know skelly

And the that hop scotch Courtney ran the p a l