High at Church
I'm with the captain raking chips down at the Beau
Made enough to buy a couple rounds and hit the studio
I've been making heat but always having dreams of carving snow
Flip another beat and I can make you're Grandma do si do
And I'm a bad boy I don't give a fuck if you don't know
I drink whiskey in the morning and I smoke before I go
This a lifestyle went all in a couple years ago
I'm a gladiator cutting people down like Russel Crowe
Now I'm high at church tryna read the scriptures on the mirror
People tell me loosen up and maybe I can see it clearer
My girl tell me go to school but I pretend that I can't hear her
Wanna couple grammy's baby and I want my lobster dinner
We got one life ain't no Gulag were not playing games
I dropped later than the rest of you but now I'm taking names
I got homies on the grind and got homies wrapped in chains
Pray I never lose my mind or this fire in my veins
I could use a visit from Ye
I've been losing sight fear I'm gonna fall astray
Liquor in the cup every night I fill my ashtray
Don't ask me where I'll be in a year
Because I won't know what to say to you
Every conversation to me now feels like De ja vu
Wake up in the morning Cock a doodle doo
Find me in the paint gonna end the game black and blue
Right I ain't tall but I hop just like a kangaroo
I'm self made ain't nobody show me what to do
Might be running from myself but I'm still faster than you
Listen to me now my success is way long overdue
Sending Mp3's in a Porsche color navy blue
Gimmie the works out the oven I grew up all of the sudden
I need a shot or a dozen my ex is part of a coven
My past is out of discussion if we link gotta bring something
I built this house out of nothing bars are too fast for Joe Budden
But I don't care
Critiques arn't gonna pay the bills
I've been in the trenches most of you are way up in the hills
Every time I write a song baby it still gives me chills
Always knew I couldn't nine to five that shit really kills
I could use a visit from Ye
I've been losing sight fear I'm gonna fall astray
Liquor in the cup every night I fill my ashtray
Sometimes I don't know what I'm talking bout
Made enough to buy a couple rounds and hit the studio
I've been making heat but always having dreams of carving snow
Flip another beat and I can make you're Grandma do si do
And I'm a bad boy I don't give a fuck if you don't know
I drink whiskey in the morning and I smoke before I go
This a lifestyle went all in a couple years ago
I'm a gladiator cutting people down like Russel Crowe
Now I'm high at church tryna read the scriptures on the mirror
People tell me loosen up and maybe I can see it clearer
My girl tell me go to school but I pretend that I can't hear her
Wanna couple grammy's baby and I want my lobster dinner
We got one life ain't no Gulag were not playing games
I dropped later than the rest of you but now I'm taking names
I got homies on the grind and got homies wrapped in chains
Pray I never lose my mind or this fire in my veins
I could use a visit from Ye
I've been losing sight fear I'm gonna fall astray
Liquor in the cup every night I fill my ashtray
Don't ask me where I'll be in a year
Because I won't know what to say to you
Every conversation to me now feels like De ja vu
Wake up in the morning Cock a doodle doo
Find me in the paint gonna end the game black and blue
Right I ain't tall but I hop just like a kangaroo
I'm self made ain't nobody show me what to do
Might be running from myself but I'm still faster than you
Listen to me now my success is way long overdue
Sending Mp3's in a Porsche color navy blue
Gimmie the works out the oven I grew up all of the sudden
I need a shot or a dozen my ex is part of a coven
My past is out of discussion if we link gotta bring something
I built this house out of nothing bars are too fast for Joe Budden
But I don't care
Critiques arn't gonna pay the bills
I've been in the trenches most of you are way up in the hills
Every time I write a song baby it still gives me chills
Always knew I couldn't nine to five that shit really kills
I could use a visit from Ye
I've been losing sight fear I'm gonna fall astray
Liquor in the cup every night I fill my ashtray
Sometimes I don't know what I'm talking bout
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Writer(s): Garrett Shaw
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