SPM - People lyrics

[Verse 1:] I put dro in 'gars, put coke in jars Gotta stay on my toes so I don't do bars I sip syrup, but if I get sleepy I put my j**elry in my pocket and I head to my teepee Got money and power, not a barker or growler In the game with no ref, but will bury a fouler Moonlight howler, in a new white Prowler South Park freestyler, not a police dialer Make more bread than a deli, burn rubber in belly n***a might put it in a peanut bu*ter and jelly And I get so much head up in H-Town nightclubs I guess I can honestly say that life s**s Crib was a mil, that's what it costed My girl from London called me a cheating ba*tard No more broke mon, now 'Los so strong The world show me more f**in' love than a slow song [Chorus:] People always ask the same question 'Losy why always so high? If you only knew how I'm stressing You would surely understand why [Verse 2:] I meet a fan and be trippin' how they squeeze my hand I remember chuggin' Busch and I'd keep the can Houston bum, all I had was a stupid gun And 7 black trash bags of aluminum In the club I be tryna dance But I look like my gramps when he fell in the plants And my 'Wela didn't think it was funny I was tryna hold my laugh down deep in my tummy haha My whole family get drunk and crunk Then wake up in the morning like "What the f**?" Eyes bloodshot, head hurtin', and whatnot 2 hours later, shootin' pool at the thug spot 25 dudes and about 9 chicks And they wonder why we always fightin' and sh** I blast you Romans, like the boy Yosemite Just step if you wanna test my authenticity ahhh [Chorus:] People always ask the same question 'Losy why you always so high? If you only how I'm stressing You would surely understand why [Verse 3:] Me, I'm getting high while my broad getting low Driving down Martin Luther King very slow My enemies gon' catch it like the flu 1 2 maybe 3 with the .45'll do Clean it up, wrap the boy in a sheet Cuz you can't just leave him all twisted on the street Some sad some happy, with that girl Jackie While my cousin at the war tryna help the Iraqi Livin' under pressure, I pray for the soldier Right across the street while she laid on the sofa My best friend's daughter got shot in a drive by Thank God she lived, but the scars never quite die Lord help me, tight fist around the clip I feel I can't breathe I need revenge for this sh** Every time I turn around I'm tested As I roll another blunt out this ounce I'm blessed with [Chorus:] People always ask the same question 'Losy why you always so high? If you only knew how I'm stressing You would surely understand why One time one time, Lord help me One time one time, Lord help me