High 'N Mighty

These Bitches ain't entitled to my place bruh
Kill my vibe and we tear your whole face up
Selling drugs competition full of lace ups
Got the crystal clear cook it for the base yuh
I'm not even trying do you realise
Everything is mine let me be alive
I don't need a side shawty suck me dry
Why the fuck you lying for the likes

Paradox boy you will never understand
Young sad boys taking over on your gram
Selling by the grams got the powder and the xans
Tryna catch me slippin well catch me if you can
Paradox boy you will never understand
Young sad boys taking over on your gram
Selling by the grams got the powder and the xans
Tryna catch me slippin well catch me if you can

All these mothafuckas ain't no competition
Got the vision way too twisted
I been sipping on that liqour
Brain tripping
I ain't quitting
So many problems in my brain
Too many bottles in my way
Killing these mothafuckas
Then I'm gone
Way too damn wasted I'm ripping these bitches like it is bong
Dead wrong
Speakers bump
Got your bitch up in my TRUNK
She be wishing she can RUN
Mind your busseniss I'm the GOD
Fuck the world made her a SLUT
Cutthroat I kill em off

Paradox boy you will never understand
Young sad boys taking over on your gram
Selling by the grams got the powder and the xans
Tryna catch me slippin well catch me if you can
Paradox boy you will never understand
Young sad boys taking over on your gram
Selling by the grams got the powder and the xans
Tryna catch me slippin well catch me if you can

Turning all these hoes into fans
My flows in demand
Book a show for a grand
Turning all these hoes into fans
My flows never end
All my clothes from a brand



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Writer(s): Amir Quaedvlieg
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