High For Hours
Yeah
Shoutout Cole
Slum County, Dreamville
Yeah
You know, high for hours
Look
Man I swear this nigga Cole got the best fucking loops
I smoke a little leaf and then I hop up in the booth
Honesty all in my teeth cause what I spit it be the truth
Honestly y'all niggas sheep, y'all niggas flocking to the coup
And the birds fly together, you know hoes come in groups
Niggas came from the bread, shit I came from the stoop
I ain't never hear a swish, ain't no nets on our hoop
And the good die young so all the vets get to shoot
This the Mets versus Ruth, I'm like Steph when I shoot
Niggas never miss, but when I do I'm shooting two
Throw the oop up off the glass like I'm hooping at the drew
Better watch Watchu be saying fo' them niggas shoot at you
Fr
two, no hook
Yeah, look
I ain't got no haters yet, I'm still trying to get a check
Never took a loss, I'm a boss what you get from that
I was in the trap a nigga showed me how to flip a pack
Told him I'll be good in the hood, I don't gotta trap
I just gotta stack, it's like I-Hop nigga
All these other rappers wishing that I flop nigga
But I won't, unless a nigga coming in my paint stand strong
Cozy ain't the best yeah nigga damn wrong
King of the hill shit I need a damn throne, shit I need a damn throne
If not I'm looking over, all my shit pop like country nigga soda
I been in the spur of the moment like Derozan
I be like a stack full of racks never folding
You be in the trap, but a rat, you a rodent
Hood on my back shit I'm feeling like I'm chosen
Grills in my teeth what I spit shit be golden
Y'all niggas harden in the clutch type frozen
I be like Wilt and Kareem with a little bit of Jordan
Niggas going broke buying whips they can't afford and
Tryna get hoes for the bros, shit boring
All this shit wack got me sleep I be snoring
Yeah
Now let me pick the fucker back up
Heavyweight lifting, tryna get my racks up
Never acting hard, but I'm real so what's up
Gotta play the cards you be dealt that's tough no luck
Hmph
Fucking up a bag in the summer time
Know I gotta get it back for the fall
Cause my back against the wall and the rent due nigga and you got class tomorrow
And you got class tomorrow, real shit
Shoutout Cole
Slum County, Dreamville
Yeah
You know, high for hours
Look
Man I swear this nigga Cole got the best fucking loops
I smoke a little leaf and then I hop up in the booth
Honesty all in my teeth cause what I spit it be the truth
Honestly y'all niggas sheep, y'all niggas flocking to the coup
And the birds fly together, you know hoes come in groups
Niggas came from the bread, shit I came from the stoop
I ain't never hear a swish, ain't no nets on our hoop
And the good die young so all the vets get to shoot
This the Mets versus Ruth, I'm like Steph when I shoot
Niggas never miss, but when I do I'm shooting two
Throw the oop up off the glass like I'm hooping at the drew
Better watch Watchu be saying fo' them niggas shoot at you
Fr
two, no hook
Yeah, look
I ain't got no haters yet, I'm still trying to get a check
Never took a loss, I'm a boss what you get from that
I was in the trap a nigga showed me how to flip a pack
Told him I'll be good in the hood, I don't gotta trap
I just gotta stack, it's like I-Hop nigga
All these other rappers wishing that I flop nigga
But I won't, unless a nigga coming in my paint stand strong
Cozy ain't the best yeah nigga damn wrong
King of the hill shit I need a damn throne, shit I need a damn throne
If not I'm looking over, all my shit pop like country nigga soda
I been in the spur of the moment like Derozan
I be like a stack full of racks never folding
You be in the trap, but a rat, you a rodent
Hood on my back shit I'm feeling like I'm chosen
Grills in my teeth what I spit shit be golden
Y'all niggas harden in the clutch type frozen
I be like Wilt and Kareem with a little bit of Jordan
Niggas going broke buying whips they can't afford and
Tryna get hoes for the bros, shit boring
All this shit wack got me sleep I be snoring
Yeah
Now let me pick the fucker back up
Heavyweight lifting, tryna get my racks up
Never acting hard, but I'm real so what's up
Gotta play the cards you be dealt that's tough no luck
Hmph
Fucking up a bag in the summer time
Know I gotta get it back for the fall
Cause my back against the wall and the rent due nigga and you got class tomorrow
And you got class tomorrow, real shit
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Writer(s): Cameron Burse
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