High Stakes - Bryson Tiller

Hey, yeah

Haha, I had to put a time stamp on this, yeah

It’s my birthday

And I’m feeling great

I feel great

Yeah, fuck it, I’m feeling great

24 today, by the way

Okay

Came a long way (yeah, I came a long way)

Ayy, I looked up and said goddamn I came a long way

In the VIP, this shit feel like a showcase

Take me to a place I’d rather be, there’s no place

I gotta pocket full of cash, it’s more than I made last year when I was packing

Oh wait, it been two years, I lost track and

No way I’m going back, I been in mansions

I been in whips so quick that you lose traction

And made 6 figure transactions

Met a lot of pretty women, A.K.A distractions

And some fuck niggas with subliminal captions

I won’t, I won’t, show these lames no compassion

Wanna play the game, gotta have expansion

Ex sent me an email, came with attachments

And like a fan of the show, nigga I started snapping

What’s happening?

What’s happening?

What’s happening?

What’s happening, oh, what’s happening?

Woah, woah, high stakes got me feeling like I’m gambling (I can ball but lose

it all)

Drink got a nigga rambling (like I’m talking to myself)

But hit me up

I wake up and see a roof over my head

Used to be the roof of a '04 Audi

That shit used to be my bed

Lot of disrespect from those who used to be my friends

Lot of chicks to replace, hoes used to be friends

I don’t fuck with you, what don’t you comprehend?

Give a fuck who I offend, real and fake cannot blend

And I pray to God I never lose a cake, Amen (Amen)

With the high stakes, I’m in

I’m in, even when niggas after me

I still stroll through the city casually

RIP Staten G, Ali gone, that’s another tragedy

Oh my God, who gon' show the kids strategy?

I done seen so many things that they gotta see

I made it to the game using honesty

I know my mama proud of me

God tell her she gave birth to a young prodigy

Ayy, ayy, thank you

To the most up

High up, high up

Praying that them blessings don’t stop

I’m praying that them blessings don’t

Yeah