Most High

Lyrics
[Intro] (None of the scenes in this program were staged) [Verse 1] Ayo, no church in a while nigga the religion is thuggin' Learn somethin', fools despise wisdom and instruction Better look out or die bring shaky vibes just know we clutchin' Shoot the thought right out of your mind and keep it pushin' Homicide in Brooklyn fire in my eye cookin' Made it out the mud thanks to all these scams and drugs I found solid ground for my footing Magazine covers check out how my good side lookin' All the fiends love us they buy whatever vibe I'm pushin' I kill shit don't do no idolizing I looked your idol in the eyе after I iced him don't find it surprising Out for the prizе and the pot that the gold reside in Cops come mouth closed no describin', hold it the only option I went from jail jumpsuits to Gucci downed at photo shoots, foldin' loot off how my vocals move What the fuck you think I'm supposed to do? My stock rise worldwide your below my shoe, still the local yute Started with a small spark I had to blow the vision up We on fire stylin' on niggas now I don't give a fuck [Chorus] I don't know anymore (I don't know) If it's an angel or a devil at my door (What the fuck is that?) I'm hearing voices that I know (What the fuck?) Telling me lies frontin' like it's true (Shut the fuck up) But I'm made in the image of the Most High (Yeah) Any weapon that you bring against me gon' die (Ya' dead) Know a nigga keep the blicky close by (Bap, Bap, Bap) On me, on me, oh my my I don't know anymore (I don't know) If it's an angel or a devil at my door (What the fuck is that?) I'm hearing voices that I know (What the fuck?) Telling me lies frontin' like it's true (Shut the fuck up) But I'm made in the image of the Most High (Yeah) Any weapon that you bring against me gon' die (Ya' dead) Know a nigga keep the blicky close by (Bap, Bap, Bap) On me, on me, oh my my [Verse 2] Check, check All a nigga know is get dollars I don't honor the drama Or trick knowledge all that's bullshit it's strictly big pockets and Sig shots for the opps that's envy eye watching They sideline no game time just ridin' the pines When I slide It's Columbine The Gosha trench coat mafia, I'll body ya for a dollar sign You sold your soul, your name wrote on the dotted line I need all mine dolo no outside hands in this pot of mine (fuck outta here) Made it through the darkness now I gotta shine Wasn't no handouts just grams hand to hand and a lot of crime All you niggas weak slime my level is ninety-nine I do them devils dirty tryna dance with the god divine Ima icon see niggas try to copy the art design They all unoriginal marks who I regard as Swine Pork eaters order bad broad adore the lords features I'm in rare form this what you call ether, motherfucker [Chorus] I don't know anymore (I don't know) If it's an angel or a devil at my door (What the fuck is that?) I'm hearing voices that I know (What the fuck?) Telling me lies frontin' like it's true (Shut the fuck up) But I'm made in the image of the Most High (Yeah) Any weapon that you bring against me gon' die (Ya' dead) Know a nigga keep the blicky close by (Bap, Bap, Bap) On me, on me, oh my my I don't know anymore (I don't know) If it's an angel or a devil at my door (What the fuck is that?) I'm hearing voices that I know (What the fuck?) Telling me lies frontin' like it's true (Shut the fuck up) But I'm made in the image of the Most High (Yeah) Any weapon that you form against me gon' die (Ya' dead) Know a nigga keep the blicky close by (Bap, Bap, Bap) On me, on me, oh my my
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Credits
- Writers
- Rome Streetz
- Futurewave