Ski’d Up Songtext
von Chuck Strangers feat. The Alchemist

Yo
Yo
37th and Church
We outside, reportin′ live
In metallic fives (uh huh)
Sit the milk crate on the side (true)
Crack open the Henny and vibe
Time to say what's on your mind
That′s when I seen a nigga swoop a nigga to the pavement
It's fucked up 'cause we thought it was entertainin′
I hit the spliff, this lil nigga yelling "Worldstar"
How different our worlds are, my first Gucci belt was my first car
Fuck what you concerns are
Don′t shed no white tears for me
When we was coming up rough
That wasn't even what you called it
That′s why I smoke fronto and run with alcoholics
My whole life I been lied to
I ain't been given a choice
But to ride dude


Whole world in my sideview
When there ain′t no-one else beside you
You gotta let the Lord guide you
Still bossin' up, in my AirMaxs
It′s our anniversary
Bless the day of the year that you curseded me
Your plots are hurtin' me
It's certainly
They hinder my ambitions to ride (can′t deny it)
Light the smoke and I rise
In do time re-freeing my mind
The reaper freeing my time
The umpire steady givin′ 'em signs
I′m still swingin' hoe
Get these niggas up off me
Six blunts and two coffees
Feelin′ ski'd up
Jesus, give him one more chance
But showin′ love wasn't never in they plans
I force my way into they heart
Like your cousin you hate seein'
′Cause they bein′ lowkey annoying as fuck
"Auntie, can I roll this weed up?" ("'Course you can")
That′s when I twist the last spliff of the ounce
We piled in a Suburban and bounced
We fixed on gettin' larger amounts
Fuck what you made on the job
It′s what you take to the house
My whole life I been lied to
I ain't been given a choice
But to ride dude
Whole world in my sideview
When there ain′t no-one else beside you
You gotta let the Lord guide you