High Beams

Not rapping like I'm trying to get up and out of the trenches
Not rapping like I'm trying to dig people out just to listen
I'm rapping like they got to remember that they forget this
I see my future painted clearer
Than crystals shimmering to keep me out complacency
Tend to come places
Where my energy's my agency
No matter what they say
About my age and my hesitations
Independent from desperation
Threading needles so long
The destinations can't compare
To all the different hats I wear
I been in and out of circles
Trying to avoid inertia
Physics on my side
Paper stacking up perfect
Even if this shit wasn't
Odds gravitate far from worthless
Not very far off from perfect
But it varies
All your options trivialized
See the world with material eyes
Make of it what you want to
Maybe this make up
May be perfect for you
You masked up for the entertainment
Flask down every time you hurt me
Saying I ain't gone make it
I'm saying that's Eddie Murphy
Or funny, or delusional
I Don't know what's confusing you
I'm content that I'm losing you
Rent free in your head
And them words you choosing to air
Prove my consciousness is bullet proof
IOI crowned today
Our circle gorilla glue
Swinging by tomorrow too
Like what would Glorilla do
Bitch I'm looking out for miles
And I see what I say is true
I'm thinking about IOI's
I ain't thinking about IOU's
For real

Nah mothers fuckers been talking about
They been waiting for IOI
They been waiting for us
Waiting for what?
We been here the whole mother fucking time
So if you want IOI you got mother fucking IOI
Right now

Its, gorilla glue
Filling my shoes
Yall Got to stand in my shadow
That shade keeping you cool?
Tell me something
Nah let's talk for real
Yall niggas still think yall our peers
Top spots don't come in pairs
IOI holding all the shares
Sheer coincidence yall be sharing hoes instead
I guess it's complicated
I hate to draw the line, but I feel obligated
Gated residence my bucket list
Stock more buckets than Gilly gets
Not Shai with the shots I send,
Sound like thunder when bullets hit
I get hidden figures, I need my space
Fame cool freedom been great
Bittersweet pardon my taste
Aye look
Summit ego hitting new heights
Humble nigga? Only thing nice
Is the pen, boy can I write
Aye
Life been looking up
Could find us wherever these niggas booking us
Suites been presidential
Bad bitches slide for the sugar rush
Smoke stay on the road
Make the journey feel like a dream
High beams, we see the scene in 4k
So yea of course we okay



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Holloman
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