Lyrics:
Son said my mother when I was knee high
You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I
There's nothing in the house to make a boy's
one motherfuckin' survivor.
So move over, I'm the driver,
And I'm high and I'm gonna keep getting higher, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm
never gonna lose, nigga, hell nah I'm on victory lane
I'm hot like a flame from a rocket The flame that I got, got me higher than a
pilot And they saying
Make a joyful noise in this place
Man I'm trying to life Him high
Higher than the stars
I am not of this world like I'm from the planet mars
I love
turned out by my triple X
It's nothin new - I've ran up in a few
Hit the party had the hardest G's cuffin them too
Cause I'm a mack, the whole world
buoys in bad weather
“Hardy har” laughing hard
Can Hardly keep my shit together
Get a rise out of getting higher than high rises
Roach glow in
Yeah, uh
All the youngins in my hood popping percs now
Gettin' high they get by, it's gettin' worse now
You gotta tell 'em put them guns
Tired of that guy baby
Need some reinvention
Forget your sugar daddy
He gon die from hypertension
Looking sharp in a suit
Afraid of this injection
some every now and then, oh hey
Where are your people from? Maybe Mississippi or an Island
Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun
You make me
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
Thinking we angels in this
Hey
Daddy devil the angel
No bliss
Making us his children his demons, it's bliss
Fake freeman, excrete semen
Don't see men but
every time
Girl I found you again
Lil Shawty's a ten
You should bring your friends
My mans could party with them
You know I don't get caught in cycles
He
and start jacking everything that stroll by
Start getting high say f*** School I'm
Dropping out
Bought some supplies some weed to smoke and some extra fire
knows
Kay about to blow up all golden like em Pharaohs
Homie what u say , damn niqqa signal weak
Better stack the cash higher call me back then we can
back
'Cause the bitch knew better than
To let me hear her (Ah)
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass
On my thot shit
Hands on my knees, shakin' ass
On my thot
four tires on the whip
Young Carter sliding out I'm flyer than the whip
Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil
The pot or kettle, uh
"GOD'S LOVE lyrics by Shredda x
Na Baba God
Be my Saviour
Wetin dem plan
He destroyed dem all
Don't be envious of me
Cos I'm always on top
No dey
bitch
I got this pimp game from my grandfather Big Daddy, he said
"Keep your fo' inches in your candy painted Caddy
Keep your cattle, all in one
closing, where do you wish you were instead?
You got me hanging by a thread, yeah
Oh, tell me now
Who's the one that takes you higher than
Than you've
high off the loud
Wasn't hitting when he did it by the ounce
So now
He smoked by the pound
It got his head pounding
Rerouted to the lost connection
Daddy Rae
Represent (represent)
Magic Mike
Yo, I represent, I represent
I represent 10 albums at twenty seven years old
Millions of copies sold
survivor, I know I can do anything
Going higher, I know I can reach all of my dreams
This is for the queens out there, don't forget to hold your head high
rides
Took your amp took your tooking snick by nine
Try to told them between us and your fresh seet to
Left that shity ass 10 dolla crate all for you
Kid
understand
Tryna make some change to change
Norrie on the same
If you ain’t with gang you lame
Just to make it plain
& I’m on a plane
Higher than a plane
Knew
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