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Where do I start they say that life imitates art, I'm tryna paint the picture Paint the picture of this liquor induced scripture, I am just another nigga Another nigga with a dream, it seems we finally made em all believe A dream to be the reason we've come to achieve The life that we would all kill for or even die for High Score High Score So sick, so sick So sick and tired of these little niggas talking grown shit I ain't on their wave man I'm on my own ship I don't need no ride man I'll get my own whip No such thing as gate keeps build your own links Gold links cover my neck like an old prince Ain't fucking your bitch no more cause I got my own tings Henna cover the hand that she roll with I tell her I am no longer competing with these lames I guess that's because our aspirations are not the same You tryna get a chain, shit I'm tryna get a chain too But that ain't really the point my nigga it's what the chain do, fame too Trina connect with friends that I lost and all this shit that I bought could never outweigh the cost of this plight dog That's what I'm on this flight for If this a game when I'm tryna beat my own High Score Kayo High Score High Score Live fast Fly more High Score High Score This life We die for