She a throwaway, woah
Can´t get high no, ayy, yo, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Can´t get high no more, tell me when it´s over

She wanna take my soul, go away, ayy
Thirty $20 rolls, made it off of shows
Spend it on some bows, control the pace
I don´t trust them hoes, but I love ´em though
Spend it on her clothes, she a throwaway
I´m not in the mood, I can´t eat no food
Everything I choose, stomach throw it away, ayy
I miss my old hood, I hope they all good
We just grew apart and it´s okay, ayy
Hope they try to rob me for my hopes and dreams
I´m a real reactor and I won´t blink, uh
She wanna be a factor and that´s okay, ayy
He wanna be a actor and get no pay, ayy
Everybody be upset, talkin´ ´bout my old ways
We just on a different level and it´s okay, ayy
Can´t get high no more, tell me when it´s over
I wish my P.O. would just go away, ayy
She wanna take my soul, spend it on her clothes

And I´ma let the bitch ´cause it´s okay, ayy
Everybody but her trippin´ on my old ways
I´m my mother´s baby, I see your face, ayy
Westside ´til the low, tatted on my soul
I´m an Austin nigga like Stone Cold Steve, ayy

Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can´t get high no more and its o-, ayy, ayy, ayy
Can´t get high no more, tell me when it´s over
She wanna take my soul, go away, ayy