Look, if you don't get the message
I can't be held accountable
'Cause I know sometimes we just be on different levels
That's why, you know
You might think you high
My nigga, we miles higher
For the slow who ain't know, I done came from the sky
Born a little bit different and whole lot fly
From the valleys to the mountains
Trinidad to Pikes Peak
Real muthafuckas listen
To the way that I speak
The way I let it go
It's like a beam to yo dome
Nigga sit back and learn
From the ease of your home
I can't leave it alone
The shit will never happen
When I spit fucked shit about Heather
And have Heather clapping
Shit, even rapping along
I can never hear applause
Busy clapping the song
So fuck tagging along
I'm gone make myself the main act
Spray and give me pain bitch
I'm gone give yo pain back
I ain't talking no meds
I will rock you ass to sleep
But I ain't talking no beds
Nigga this is king talk
You lost then say sire
You might think you high
My nigga we miles higher
I grew up on the phone plan
Calling on my own hand
Red man then blue man
Just like my old man
Break those down if you got it I'm impressed
Anger and sadness, nothing more nothing less
Chest heaving,less breathing
Let me catch my shit
The ship's sinking captain capper do you catch my drift
Live my life in a state where it's so surreal
I ain't never felt at home that's just how I feel
You might think you high, my nigga we miles higher
You might think you high, my nigga we miles higher
You might think you high, my nigga we miles higher
For those who ain't seen
I'm a hip hop machine
I'm producing, engineering, writing, rapping, and never slacking
But all of this pursuing just abusing my bean
'Cause I'm working trying dying to make it but never stacking
Fucking stuck in tough spot
Tryna' get the buzzer-beater banking on a tough shot
It would be a lie to say I grew up on a tough block
I moved like a nomad
Or trucks on some snuffed shocks, but that's where our discuss stops
This gun cock, only know to aim for the kill zone
Dodging bullets like I'm dealing in the red pill zone
These women out here smoking on that cell phone crack
Black mirror junky, you can't have yo cell phone back
Where my niggas in the basement
Rapping 'till they momma house
Is big enough and wide enough
To fit around Obama house
It's me and I'm lava
Heat rise above the fire
That's why when you high
My nigga I'm still miles higher
I grew up on the phone plan
Calling on my own hand
Red man then blue man
Just like my old man
Break those down if you got it I'm impressed
Anger and sadness, nothing more nothing less
Chest heaving, less breathing
Let me catch my shit
The ship's sinking captain capper do you catch my drift
Live my life in a state where it's so surreal
I ain't never felt at home that's just how I feel