The Most High
A yo how you fit fentanyl all in your verse
You get high off my music
Might leave in a hearse
If you need some good work
Then you should holla at TraCe
Hit you wit the slow flow
Cause I grew up off Mase
How you love black people
But you cheat on your girl
Don't you know that's the mother
Of the whole damn world
Yeah I know cause i read a lot of books
But knowledge without action
Ain't shit black man
Get up on your job
And get some act right man
I done broke a lot of hearts
And I done tore down souls
This here is my redemption
To get back whole
Tryna save the black nation
Imma play that role
This the reason God put me here
This life chose me
I should hang you from a tree
Cause y'all owe me
One love to Simone we made a beautiful child And I ain't seen your face in a while
But you know how I be
All high in VIP rolling up to B.I.G
But I don't get high unless it's off L.I.F.E
The way that boy ballin think I need me a Espy
You know how I be
All high in VIP rolling up to B.I.G
But I don't get high unless it's off L.I.F.E
The way that boy ballin think I need me a Espy
You want that old TraCe back
You must want me to die
Would look my mother in the eye
And I would tell her a lie
Like I ain't selling crack
Don't worry bout me I'm fine
For 9 years
I kept my whole neighborhood high
Riding round strapped like I can't get hit
And you can ask Spotty Roc
If what I'm saying legit
And if we talking bout sides
Then you know imma pick
Same brothers from the sandbox
Is still in my clique
Imma whole new man
I hope you turning the page
And I come from the sun
I never been in no cave
A box full of skeletons
And I'm bout to bury it
I'm from the same birth state
As Frederick and Harriet
Black women like my sister it gets no better
I couldn't say it to your face
So I wrote you this letter
Since high school
Tee Weezy been supporting my style
And I ain't seen your face in a while
But you know how I be
All high in VIP rolling up to B.I.G
But I don't get high unless it's off L.I.F.E
The way that boy ballin think I need me a Espy
You know how I be
All high in VIP rolling up to B.I.G
But I don't get high unless it's off L.I.F.E
The way that boy ballin think I need me a Espy
You get high off my music
Might leave in a hearse
If you need some good work
Then you should holla at TraCe
Hit you wit the slow flow
Cause I grew up off Mase
How you love black people
But you cheat on your girl
Don't you know that's the mother
Of the whole damn world
Yeah I know cause i read a lot of books
But knowledge without action
Ain't shit black man
Get up on your job
And get some act right man
I done broke a lot of hearts
And I done tore down souls
This here is my redemption
To get back whole
Tryna save the black nation
Imma play that role
This the reason God put me here
This life chose me
I should hang you from a tree
Cause y'all owe me
One love to Simone we made a beautiful child And I ain't seen your face in a while
But you know how I be
All high in VIP rolling up to B.I.G
But I don't get high unless it's off L.I.F.E
The way that boy ballin think I need me a Espy
You know how I be
All high in VIP rolling up to B.I.G
But I don't get high unless it's off L.I.F.E
The way that boy ballin think I need me a Espy
You want that old TraCe back
You must want me to die
Would look my mother in the eye
And I would tell her a lie
Like I ain't selling crack
Don't worry bout me I'm fine
For 9 years
I kept my whole neighborhood high
Riding round strapped like I can't get hit
And you can ask Spotty Roc
If what I'm saying legit
And if we talking bout sides
Then you know imma pick
Same brothers from the sandbox
Is still in my clique
Imma whole new man
I hope you turning the page
And I come from the sun
I never been in no cave
A box full of skeletons
And I'm bout to bury it
I'm from the same birth state
As Frederick and Harriet
Black women like my sister it gets no better
I couldn't say it to your face
So I wrote you this letter
Since high school
Tee Weezy been supporting my style
And I ain't seen your face in a while
But you know how I be
All high in VIP rolling up to B.I.G
But I don't get high unless it's off L.I.F.E
The way that boy ballin think I need me a Espy
You know how I be
All high in VIP rolling up to B.I.G
But I don't get high unless it's off L.I.F.E
The way that boy ballin think I need me a Espy
Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Andre Matthews, Travis Heigh
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