I could put you on a high
I could put you on a plane
I could put you on a plane
25 years and I'm still looking for real shit
Freedom feel fickle when build tippin', I still get
Niggas look at me like the lottery, never build shit
Like I'm 25 sitting on
25 mil ticks
Time tick-tickin', turn fiction into that real shit
I'm lucky I'm insured and see
My niggas carry skill and we
So high on the hill I feel a nigga insecurity
That big dog in me, no nigga could put the fear in me
I lead spiritual victories like it's practice
I beat demons, maturing me like St. Agnes
Can't make moments and memories out of hate
I jump my insecurities like gymnastics
Same ole niggas including me and it's tragic
I base my own maturity on that fake shit
Hoes love luring me, centered in my creations
I made it out of the basement, cause I take shit
I could put you on the high
For the low
Talk is cheap, but I'll show you how to lead
Take a right
From the wrongs
Niggas sleep, but I'm knowing how they peep shit
I set my garden down, I sow to reap shit
Like why you looking down, you at my feet
Feel euphoric, niggas crowned me out your league
Need a foreign, hold me down, like "whatchu mean?"
Lost a whole lotta chips for the change
Sinked ships, loose lips, put me on a plane
Had released whips, women and waiting would leave a stain
I'm on new shit, entropy would've left me insane
If we reading in, I'm probably a century from where I came
Hit up Kemi for the reading
Stepped out from my pity
Guide my steps like Nefertiti
Turned my steps from itty bitty
I had left from inner-city
Found myself out in the plains
Weekly in your city, but I'm litty everyday, shit
Same 24, so who we really gonna blame, shit?
Who that looking for me? If you sent it, I'd have came
Gotta book me, ain't no rookie, I don't even see your name
I can put you on the high
For the low
Talk is cheap, but I'll show you how to lead
Take a right from the wrongs
Niggas sleep, but I'm knowing how they peep shit
I set my garden down, I sow a reap shit
Like why you looking down, you at my feet
Feel euphoric, niggas crowned me out your league
Need a foreign hold me down, like "whatchu mean?"
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I could put you on a high
I could put you on a plane
I could put you on a plane
25 years and I'm still looking for real shit
Freedom feel fickle when build tippin', I still get
Niggas look at me like the lottery, never build shit
Like I'm 25 sitting on
25 mil ticks
Time tick-tickin', turn fiction into that real shit
I'm lucky I'm insured and see
My niggas carry skill and we
So high on the hill I feel a nigga insecurity
That big dog in me, no nigga could put the fear in me
I lead spiritual victories like it's practice
I beat demons, maturing me like St. Agnes
Can't make moments and memories out of hate
I jump my insecurities like gymnastics
Same ole niggas including me and it's tragic
I base my own maturity on that fake shit
Hoes love luring me, centered in my creations
I made it out of the basement, cause I take shit
I could put you on the high
For the low
Talk is cheap, but I'll show you how to lead
Take a right
From the wrongs
Niggas sleep, but I'm knowing how they peep shit
I set my garden down, I sow to reap shit
Like why you looking down, you at my feet
Feel euphoric, niggas crowned me out your league
Need a foreign, hold me down, like "whatchu mean?"
Lost a whole lotta chips for the change
Sinked ships, loose lips, put me on a plane
Had released whips, women and waiting would leave a stain
I'm on new shit, entropy would've left me insane
If we reading in, I'm probably a century from where I came
Hit up Kemi for the reading
Stepped out from my pity
Guide my steps like Nefertiti
Turned my steps from itty bitty
I had left from inner-city
Found myself out in the plains
Weekly in your city, but I'm litty everyday, shit
Same 24, so who we really gonna blame, shit?
Who that looking for me? If you sent it, I'd have came
Gotta book me, ain't no rookie, I don't even see your name
I can put you on the high
For the low
Talk is cheap, but I'll show you how to lead
Take a right from the wrongs
Niggas sleep, but I'm knowing how they peep shit
I set my garden down, I sow a reap shit
Like why you looking down, you at my feet
Feel euphoric, niggas crowned me out your league
Need a foreign hold me down, like "whatchu mean?"
I could put you on a plane
I could put you on a plane
25 years and I'm still looking for real shit
Freedom feel fickle when build tippin', I still get
Niggas look at me like the lottery, never build shit
Like I'm 25 sitting on
25 mil ticks
Time tick-tickin', turn fiction into that real shit
I'm lucky I'm insured and see
My niggas carry skill and we
So high on the hill I feel a nigga insecurity
That big dog in me, no nigga could put the fear in me
I lead spiritual victories like it's practice
I beat demons, maturing me like St. Agnes
Can't make moments and memories out of hate
I jump my insecurities like gymnastics
Same ole niggas including me and it's tragic
I base my own maturity on that fake shit
Hoes love luring me, centered in my creations
I made it out of the basement, cause I take shit
I could put you on the high
For the low
Talk is cheap, but I'll show you how to lead
Take a right
From the wrongs
Niggas sleep, but I'm knowing how they peep shit
I set my garden down, I sow to reap shit
Like why you looking down, you at my feet
Feel euphoric, niggas crowned me out your league
Need a foreign, hold me down, like "whatchu mean?"
Lost a whole lotta chips for the change
Sinked ships, loose lips, put me on a plane
Had released whips, women and waiting would leave a stain
I'm on new shit, entropy would've left me insane
If we reading in, I'm probably a century from where I came
Hit up Kemi for the reading
Stepped out from my pity
Guide my steps like Nefertiti
Turned my steps from itty bitty
I had left from inner-city
Found myself out in the plains
Weekly in your city, but I'm litty everyday, shit
Same 24, so who we really gonna blame, shit?
Who that looking for me? If you sent it, I'd have came
Gotta book me, ain't no rookie, I don't even see your name
I can put you on the high
For the low
Talk is cheap, but I'll show you how to lead
Take a right from the wrongs
Niggas sleep, but I'm knowing how they peep shit
I set my garden down, I sow a reap shit
Like why you looking down, you at my feet
Feel euphoric, niggas crowned me out your league
Need a foreign hold me down, like "whatchu mean?"
Writer: Zion Jackson
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