High Level Shit

Hey V12 what up baby

Yeah for love

Yeah Yeah

I’m into cruising my bitches and sending bruise

They interested in tattoos and they smelling like there are a brew

And they slipped it and they be feeling I laughing

I’m into trouble when you ain't around I seek it ahh

I like to cut it I feel alive when I’m bleeding out

I’m sitting down to do business I got young paper song

Make it draws dancing to me and some finish the on

I leave my kids in a tissue they write they make upon

And if your mama raised a good girl your mama raised you wrong

My fate is gone now all I believe is money money money the money

Shit I would pity the money if what you see is what you get it ain’t a secret

You ain't never gonna be shit you never seen shit

I ain't felicitous I need it I need it enough song

And I’m a give my kids the trust issues that come with trust funds

These bitches see going down on me and like to come up

When all them problems money can buy except the drug ones

I’m done running I don’t mean I’m done running

Shit I can take a break for a half and let you catch up a bit

(Just wait a second man)

Any cash I’m a double it until my album budget like petty cash in the government

I be album working like Halle Parking was fronting it

You can tell I’m eating it I’m stunting with Chucky Cheese

And I don’t wanna answer your calls send me a fucking text

Cause I be cutting you off if you ain't cutting yourself

Born high level shit

Money in the clip

Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch

And we don’t give a dam of where you from or who you with

Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit

Money in the clip

Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch

And we don’t give a dam of where you from or who you with

Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit

This is high level with sky level with my bezel

Curtsey of rolling Bing face shit takes

MCs take years to get on my level

Bring Superman down to earth get their shit quakes

We make hits since your shit breaks

We’re the pros Button

Better wonder shots screaming squeeze the cannon the thunder fast brake

You’ll niggers skate like the laws coming

Different strokes feel the drumming different dough

I can lamer when the lamer keep rolling

And your bitch never fucking she always told me it’s a go

Maybe it’s the dough or maybe it’s the flow

So many make the moans go crazy till I’m sacked by saving

Cause your boy so hate you’re the means of my surviving

And it means I’m still living and after a natural disaster

I’m still ready for action

Shut up the bouncing if you see ‘em slamming when you see me saluting

And I can’t get my armor

It’s wear mama think I’m a rap star

When I’m a part time bomber

Think only resting in the night hours

Get broke move Coke

Born high level shit

Money in the clip

Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch

And we don’t give a dam of where you from or who you with

Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit

Money in the clip

Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch

And we don’t give a dam of where you from or who you with

Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit