Most High - Gilbere Forte, Casey Veggies, Droop-E

I’m usually on some first name basis

But niggas fuck my name up so much, I wanna change it

A wise man told me to live what my mama gave me

A chance to see life outside of a lady

I’m 24 now, no rain in my clouds so my sky stay true

Purer than ice blue, when you closer to your dreams

People that surround you start hating on your team

They wanna wear a crown too

You try to chase a life that don’t wanna find you

It’s hard to gain credit for something that’s not you

The price people paying to make it as a fan

Keep you closer to the game but you lost in the stands

I ain’t no missionary but your girl love dictionary

It’s clear that I’m able to tell it all

The truth is a weapon, I’m the quickest on the draw

Race a life and playing chicken, I ain’t getting out the car bitch

You riding so cold, treble real low, bass keep thumping, we nodding

Niggas turned up, smoke in the air, Kush rolled up, we mobbing

You riding so cold, treble real low, bass keep thumping, we nodding

Niggas turned up, smoke in the air, Kush rolled up, we mobbing

Me, I’m a pro, they?

Proteges, I’m from the Bay

I got more game than Milton Bradley

Sadly, I tell you a lot of these fools fakers

No soul like some Chuck Taylors, high in the sky

Smoking cherry pie on a flight, red eye

Land at 11:45, I tell her relax, recline, kick back like recoil

Now she spoiled, it’s a wrap like foil

Shout out to rapping forte, Gilbere and E-40

The sick with it lieutenant about to bring it back like Rogaine

The niggas square like cubicles, girl, you beautiful

From your hair to your cuticles, uh, I was built for this

I was born in this shit, I was made for this uh

I don’t think y’all understand, since H3, already been a made man

Homie, my generation fucked over, I give out luck to four leaf clovers

At least I can save up, cop a Range Rover, got a chick in the back

And she a grade over, a little older ‘cause I’m fresher than a Folgers

My girls all in the front row, they all having good times

Wrote it down, took ten minutes to spit all good rhymes

Just trying to shine my nigga, I’m three years strong on that grind my nigga

One hand to the sky for those no longer with us

All daps and handshakes, if you paying, you’ll get us

Girl, if you come to the hotel, you laying with winners

And Inglewood killing but I stay away from splinters

And niggas hating on it ‘cause they can’t ball with us

Girl, you know that you come here and take your pictures

I’m a star, I would too if I was you especially that I know what I’m gon' do,

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