Higher Ground

W-I-double T to the Y

I pluck your wings, you think you fly?

I do this shit all day, all night

Don’t need no weed, I’m NASA high

Just met this girl, her ass a nine, but of course she talks so asinine

And I’m out my mind, I’m about to slaughter every beat I fucking find

Kill it! Don’t stop me dawg, I beef I’m Kobayashi dawg

The rap game kamehameha, I’m screaming mother fuck a broad

If I’m not the shit, then I’m a mound of poo

Look at all the bullshit, I maneuver through

And if ya’ll don’t like my music, well then fuck you, you, and you

Ha!

Real recognize real, and fake recognize fake

So when this shit gets real how much can fake fuck take? None

I promise you ho, you ain’t the one

You talking that shit well then pass me the gun

They taking they shots, taking they shots, taking they shot to the back of a gun

Dumb, go shoot yourself and die

Haters are softer then pumpkin pie

Out of my body, ain’t even alive

I find all the phonies, and sever the ties

I spit that raw real, but man, this feel good too

I try to chill with old friends, but they’re like: Who brang you?

I guess these people that I thought were friends, were fake, who knew?

So now I keep my circle small, and intact like glue

Man I'm out of your league, I’m out of your lane

You all are so lame, I’m taking the game

I just met a girl, now she giving me brain

That head was insane, like she fighting Bruce Wayne

While the fuck ya’ll making whack rap, I make Edgar Allen poetry

And only scream Witty on a track, so they know it’s me

I’m looking at this freshman girl, like you a hoe to be

I probably shouldn’t think so cold, but ya’ll been cold to me

My old girls they can’t seem to stop talking about me

My new girls are telling me that they can’t live without me

Oooh girl, now stop lying through your teeth, you see

The next guy you meet, you’ll leave and love him like me

A beast, just off of my leash

A chief, just minus the keef

I got no time for ya’ll hoe’s

I pay no mind to a tweet

I pay no mind to a text

I’m feeling like I’m up next

You’re all a bunch of real pussies

Guess that makes me a sext

Now all I want to have’s an effect

I know you ain’t my girlfriend

So I ain’t paying no check

I’m coming straight for the top

I guess that makes me erect

And ya’ll can have my old girls

All them hoe’s is a mess

See I’m a testament to real rap

My heart? Watch me spill that

I started here with nothing

Know a lot of ya’ll can feel that

Built this shit right here from the ground up

Now look at where we wound up

I do this shit for me, the crew, and all the fans that found us, ha!

Ain’t this a bitch

I came in the game and I flipped a script

You hating on my music

Saying that my name is lame and shit

You tweeting about my ass

Because you jealous you ain’t nothing

Bitch, bow down

You look pathetic when you write on my pics

I’m eating out a fine dime

I call that shit a fine dine

Fuck with me?

You out your mind

Imagine me when I reach my prime

Man, killing the beat, and I’m killing the flow

Elevatin’ to levels you don’t even know

Every track that I rap should be covered in gold

When I give em’ my music, I give em’ my soul