High Five Songtext
von Pac Div

The system is designed for you to be a part of it
Declare your independence
The Div
Pac Div (what up)
Spy Young (what up)
Big Nip (what up)

Like, I send a high five to all my homies
And a middle finger to all the police
And I bust shots at all the phonies

But if you been down from day one

You know that we be up all night like cemetery niggas

If you lack our sight, you ain′t a visionary nigga
I check my flight on my itinerary, nigga
When I say I'm fly, I meant literally nigga
Independent nigga, do it on my own


Cali-bred baby, so I do it for my home
Don′t spend my career tryna keep up with the Joneses
Maybe in 10 years we gon' feel like the Ramones
It's on, mhm, praise the Lord
Let′s hop in your Honda and get on one accord
Remember the days when we all slept on the floor
Now it′s hotel suites and I can't remember my floor

So high five to all my homies
And a middle finger to all the police
And I bust shots at all the phonies
But if you been down from day one, you know

Fangs cobra, venom in the Range Rover
Currency exchange, now we bring the change over
Payola, dope, now we make quotas

Girls in my sheets, let ′em go and play toga
Take yoga, nigga smoke an eighth quota
At the border dogs prolly smell the stank on us
Can't clone ′em, live then you know the script
Men on fire so we start Jim Roman shit
Scream on 'em then I let the team warn ′em
Either way it go, it feel like killer bees swarming
Won't knock a nigga's grind but I′ll spill his beans for him
These niggas fooling fans, they just stealing seeds for ′em


High five to all my homies
And a middle finger to all the police
And I bust shots at all the phonies
But if you been down from day one, you know, you know

Thankful to see another day
Thanking God for opportunities to come my way
Long as my people get paid, long as we grubbing straight
We tryna eat 'til we full so grab another plate
Peace signs to our supporters cause your love is great
And middle fingers to the ones who hate
Had some drama up at the label, sorry for the wait
But you know with patience comes greatness so better late

Than never, however, we been cooking up at the hideout

Scribbling using white-out just so you can vibe out

Smoke two and then ride out

Cleaning up all my wrongs, trying to take the right route

They trying to take the life out our essence
But we hold it near and dear next to
The Bible and our Smith and Wesson
Giving blessings in the form of 16s
One in the chamber, one in the head of executives fucking the game up
One in the head of Roxy for fucking the name up
One in the head of police for they criminal nature
Discriminating against my people is hatred
Infinite ways to love, my niggas, let′s make it
And oh yeah

High five to all my homies
And a middle finger to all the police
And I bust shots at all the phonies
But if you been down from day one, you know
High five to all my homies
And a middle finger to all the police
And I bust shots at all the phonies