High Ceilings
Pouch on deck like a tourist
Star sign I don't take bullshit
You see what I'm in?
I'm worth all of this
Do daily numbers c'mon audit this
My sibling caught a bird
Off the formula
And life was going crystal
It took a toll on us
Constant stepping up
Better than be bruck
No grub fell off the truck
From a Q how I got my ceilings up
Ask my peers who doubted me
Rare really levelled up
G-Star hand me downs
Puma Suede was the drop
Put it all in 0.7s
With the quest to hit the top
I'm relentless non stop
I ain't going home
Until I got some P's I could drop
I don't fuck with nobody
I'm the pea in the pod
DaVinci
Hash blocks
Looking like I-pods
Maximise my profit margins
Is what I'm on
It took time don
No mercy
With bread I had to sign on
Walking in the place
Head down I had to sigh don
Know that your current situation
Doesn't make you
For life first I'm grateful
Now get the plate full
Never do any family like Cain and Abel
Grow correct
Make right decisions playing Fable
This my testimony and it's staple
Runner burn his clutch
All day until we're stable
And so I'm grateful
Used to peddle up and down the Hill
With my 8 balls
I was never stable
180 mindset
Now it's straight views
Melové mixed with Louis V
Looking tasteful
My Mothers just glad
That the plates full
Minor barriers
But we skate through
And all these K's in my wardrobe
Ironic that I never had a place
I could call home
Grateful is level up ya shit
Now there's 4 phones
Designer on my torso
The line rips
That's a whore's phone
Not much to say
So the bacon I brought home
I felt it in my heart
When Alim didn't call home
I felt it in my soul
When Grandad let us all go
The yay top A like Sonogo
30 on my tab
But the crows slow
And that's the shit you pattern up
Before you go home
Real talk
You won't catch me sleeping
With a dull phone
Give a dog a bone
And patrol home
I'm taught to Go
Before I sit and sulk
I ran in houses for the Lizzy note
It's anything to cope
But I ain't dealing hope
I put a Bando in her spot
Now she believe in dope
You want a little job
Just go retrieve my notes
I had a shitty job
I had to flee and go
You know
Star sign I don't take bullshit
You see what I'm in?
I'm worth all of this
Do daily numbers c'mon audit this
My sibling caught a bird
Off the formula
And life was going crystal
It took a toll on us
Constant stepping up
Better than be bruck
No grub fell off the truck
From a Q how I got my ceilings up
Ask my peers who doubted me
Rare really levelled up
G-Star hand me downs
Puma Suede was the drop
Put it all in 0.7s
With the quest to hit the top
I'm relentless non stop
I ain't going home
Until I got some P's I could drop
I don't fuck with nobody
I'm the pea in the pod
DaVinci
Hash blocks
Looking like I-pods
Maximise my profit margins
Is what I'm on
It took time don
No mercy
With bread I had to sign on
Walking in the place
Head down I had to sigh don
Know that your current situation
Doesn't make you
For life first I'm grateful
Now get the plate full
Never do any family like Cain and Abel
Grow correct
Make right decisions playing Fable
This my testimony and it's staple
Runner burn his clutch
All day until we're stable
And so I'm grateful
Used to peddle up and down the Hill
With my 8 balls
I was never stable
180 mindset
Now it's straight views
Melové mixed with Louis V
Looking tasteful
My Mothers just glad
That the plates full
Minor barriers
But we skate through
And all these K's in my wardrobe
Ironic that I never had a place
I could call home
Grateful is level up ya shit
Now there's 4 phones
Designer on my torso
The line rips
That's a whore's phone
Not much to say
So the bacon I brought home
I felt it in my heart
When Alim didn't call home
I felt it in my soul
When Grandad let us all go
The yay top A like Sonogo
30 on my tab
But the crows slow
And that's the shit you pattern up
Before you go home
Real talk
You won't catch me sleeping
With a dull phone
Give a dog a bone
And patrol home
I'm taught to Go
Before I sit and sulk
I ran in houses for the Lizzy note
It's anything to cope
But I ain't dealing hope
I put a Bando in her spot
Now she believe in dope
You want a little job
Just go retrieve my notes
I had a shitty job
I had to flee and go
You know
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