You already know what it is, Los to the Diggity
Yah, Yah, Yah, Yah
I get high and go outside, look up in the sky and start to cry
I get high and go outside, look up in the sky and start to cry
And ask the lord why, all my niggas gotta die
Why do angels lie, why we burning in the fire
Lord why, all my niggas gotta die
Why do angels lie, why were burning in the fire, lord why
Why it gotta be like this, homie I really don't know
One thing that for sure, one day we gon go
Roll up make a toast, for all my dead folks
Smoking that holly ghost, excuse me if I choke
Demons all in my mind, bad bitches on my side
Police behind my ride, that's why I say inside
Blowing it down, smoking a pound
When no one around, not gonna be found
I'm drinking the liquor, she sends me a picture, and Im about to drown
Came from the bottom, Fell to the ground, now ten toes down
Real life bird box, follow the music, and follow the sound
Head in the clouds, spinning around what they do now
Praying to God, I could be found, Like
I get high and go outside, look up in the sky and start to cry
I get high and go outside, look up in the sky and start to cry
And ask the lord why, all my niggas gotta die
Why do angels lie, why we burning in the fire
Lord why, all my niggas gotta die
Why do angels lie, why were burning in the fire, lord why