Miles High

I got cash now - shit i swear i do
I been saw i would - this shit de ja vu
How u dont like me - that just wat haters do
Yall be eating these bars up - its like i cater food
Ohhh
What you dont know is i was taylor made
Yea- made for all this shit
You think i give a fuck about a bad comment
Im getting paid from all that shit
Im getting laid from all of this shit
Fans go cray for all of this shit
We can book an interview
And i can show up late and nobody gonna say shit
But thats not my style - i go crazy in the booth
Winning ass nigga - go crazy if i lose
Dont say sheesh if you not with movement
My wtf is the only one thaats cool
Stay up out my inbox talking bout dude
Ion know him - and ion know u
Chill with the shit cuz my bars like magic
They can make any rapper ready go poof

Yea- so stay away from that
No coming back from that
You niggas really lame - u green like apple jack
Nobody know you here - u dont have my impact
I took a bunch of loses - kept on coming back
Money came up short - i stacked it tall as shaq
Ill spend it all today and make that moen y back
Yea - ill make that moeny back
I told niggas they should grow with me
Play a part in seeing the older me
When shit blow and im on the go
U wont have to say trapp you owing me
Im only going by what you showing me
All u showing is alot of lies
But i aint tripping - ima clear my mind
Fly to denver just to smoke with miles high



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Britton
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