High Road

Lyrics

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 Yo, fuck whoever thinking they king, I got no homage
 Who taught you to be versatile and took the stones for it?
 Who showed North you could make it out young
 Without the ACs, robberies and going cunch? Listen up
 I see the unemployment high, everybody scrapping
 Trap rap popping, population trapping
 Basic but you popping, I ain't tryna knock your vision
 But I miss the days when if you couldn't rap, you didn't
 You've seen what buj' can do to humans, that shit real evil
 I never made P off anything that kills people
 Except for the times I touched mic and killed people
 I ain't spoke to him in time, he thinks we still peoples
 Use to be my darg, he was in my left titty
 Chip left niggas, niggas never left Chippy
 But I ain't chatty patty, all your secrets safe with me
 Still touch mic and pop corn, stay killy
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 Listen, the whole city's sleeping, only the kitties creeping
 I'm doing vampire hours, celly forever beeping
 In a position you never wish you would ever be in
 I went to sleep in the morning, I rise up in the evening
 And I ain't waiting to die, I'm tryna live in heaven
 Fuck niggas, the fiends taught me the biggest lessons
 It's sink or swim, I'm in it to win
 Tryna dodge bin, whipping up lemonade when they give me lemons
 International S
 Had to book the top floor, sit back and reflect
 I could still be up in the streets with a strap and a vest
 But I'm in the bank doing mathematics, cashing them cheques
 I told my daughter, "Bubba, daddy gon' be back in sec"
 Like Yakaa Dee, your daddy, he's a wizard with words
 I put 'em in a verse, now I got some bags to collect
 And all these ladies seeing is the racks on my neck
 Can't they see that if it ain't Idris
 Which nigga is James Bond with it?
 I got a license to kill, shitting on the critiques
 Diamonds are forever, my gold finger got stones in it
 This model calling, she wanna give me a home visit
 Mowa Lola shades, Alyx jeans
 Alexander McQueen tees, still the steeze so exquisite
 I got nothing to prove, these niggas know I did it
 Been a top boy before I ever wrote a lyric
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 Yeah, I watched my favourite fiend Donna die
 PTSD, last time I saw her she was horrified
 What the fuck you know about when you don't wanna ride
 But niggas hit your nigga so you out there tryna hollow guys?
 Everybody got a heart, it's what's hollow inside
 Talking to her, she so sonic with lies
 Came with a wap but I pay all my tax
 I pray my salat, grab my toolie and then hit up them flats, facts
 SK, CM, niggas brain ain't intact
 That's three GOATs spitting rap and we spraying some facts
 I look at my watch and then I turn on the tap
 The jakes tryna catch me slipping, so I turn off the maps
 My baby mother will tell you that I'm addicted to waps
 My older brother will tell you that I was seven in flats
 Akh', I'ma go down the loneliest road
 It's hard to spin your life 'round when you come from the road
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them
 I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
 

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Duration
03:51
Key
9
Tempo
92 BPM

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