Higher (with. Conway The Machine & Shots Almigh)

I catch a rat
Back out my gat and smack him right in his kufi
The Jakes be interviewing niggas
Like Vlad do with Boosie
I'm Gucci, never had much
Just my pen and my loosie
Used to shop at GAP, now I rock Emilio Pucci
I graduated from the block
Wasn't no cap or no gowns
Clip hold thirty-two, Karl-Anthony Towns
Kick in the door then up the pole to make you get on the ground
My dawg said he needed food
He had the licks for the brown
Fly out to Cali for the packs to get 'em shipped to the town
I told a ho to join the circus 'cause these bitches is clowns
It ain't tricking if you got it, so I told her to shop
But before you get this pape'
You gotta give me some top
She the type to get up on you then she send me the drop
Free bro
He got more years than a millennium got, game

Cherry bomb Bentley, Terry cloth Fendi
My bitch a ten piece, pussy strawberry scent-ly
You see how I'm doing these shows, having shit in a frenzy
Putting on, my niggas locked up, sentences lengthy
Watch how much money the tour bring us
Neck crazy on some Busta shit, the cuban link four fingers
And the bracelet match
Leaving the Hard Rock racing backs, you niggas can't relate to that
Conductor made the batch, I couldn't wait to snap
Tell 'em it's getting spooky, nigga, Jason back
Chefing in hell's kitchen, where my apron at?
Air baking max, max popping like bacon fat
Bag coming in, big bag coming in
I want all my niggas to win, facts

Maybach truck
The dashboard look like a spaceship
Count the million dollars, cash
Got me stuck in the matrix
Had to give 'em closed casket
Draco give 'em a facelift
Like a nigga broke his head
We ain't nothing to play with
Maybach truck, the dashboard look like a spaceship
Count the million dollars, cash
Got me stuck in the matrix
Had to give 'em closed casket
Draco give 'em a facelift
Like a nigga broke his head
We ain't nothing to play with, nigga