Jae Millz - Higher текст песни

My comeback
Millzie I got you
Al-Doe
I don’t know what the word pressure mean
BBN
Winter coming, we bring them furs out
Sky trippin' to Aspen, we smoking girl scout
No service, money’s my whole purpose
They talk till you, run down on em like why you nervous
They rap about guns homey, I’m rappin with the gun on me Ask them niggas in Atlanta how we movin
You know the price, black Rubicon, Rover white
Double box vacuum seal
We send them over night
Ah, who your favorite again, who?
I’m probly on his playlist, raw cones I’m faded
We did Nobu, made Philippe regular
Spice market, Abe & Arthurs way ahead of ya Just me and my bitch
They seen this when we dippin by Stumbling in kiss and fly
I really did whatever my pen say
Rest in peace Tito, Perico Puente
Dog
And as I take another hit
I wonder if I could get any
And as I take another sip
I wonder if I could drift any
And as she takes another sniff
She prolly feel like she’ll never get any
Kush got bitch
Ride
Straight out the trenches
Use to play the Benjies, the OGs showed interest
Real nigga Pedigree, not a blemish
Law of attraction rob off on anybody I link with
Uh, I’m blessed to be distinguished
Before you get that guy to think rich
Most these niggas on some think shit
It’s my duty to get it
I’m truly the freshest, sliding hoes out of beauty in Essex
Why you stressin?
Block nigga, call him Tetris
Never left the hood, tryna tell me what success is And just like the game appears
Everything you had lined up, you watch it disappear
And there go the pressure, creepin on yo ass
You call yourself tryna build but life is moving fast
And now you stackin as a nigga using dope
Sleep standing up but you really wide awoke
And as I take another hit
I wonder if I could get any
And as I take another sip
I wonder if I could drift any
And as she takes another sniff
She prolly feel like she’ll never get any
Yo yo Smoke something bitch
Uptown
All praises due to the father
You lil niggas service is fucked, step your bars up Foreign boy, I’m too fly for a charging
Rubber band and Benjamins, rolling jelly jars up Hard luck is all we had
Now it’s lobster like we garliced up Vegetable rice butter with partial cups
Halfway full cause we halfway gone
Repentin all of our sins cause for all we was wrong
But never regrettin shit, we sayin none of these songs
Short patience for sucka shit so I roll mine long
It’s a work out to finish my blunts, I smoke that strong
And I love a Spanish girl that love her throat to be warm
McCall poke her over the block
I just supply the guap and let my nigga run the spot
I clean cut with visions and being filthy
To my daughter I’m daddy, to these rappers I’m father Millzie
Amen
And as I take another hit
I wonder if I could get any
And as I take another sip
I wonder if I could drift any
And as she takes another sniff
She prolly feel like she’ll never get any