What it is world? This ya boy J-High up in this bitch
(High Again)
Mr. No Brakes
Thrilla on the Track
Just want y'all to roll something up and vibe with a Nigga
You might be fresh outta jail
On the run
Probation violation
Probably just got hit with that child support thang
But blessings come in the morning "High"
Fresh up off that cruise ship
That's how you Ball
Stack it up for the winter time
Let it thaw out
Cook it up now the summers Ours
That must be High
With a brand new flow
And against all odds
Shit them crackas had to let me go
And I swan dived in that money
Wide awake like a junkie
I lick my hands and I lick my plates
Just to let you know that I was hungry
But one things for certain
Real niggaz ain't hurting
Free real niggaz like my dawg EB
Them the ones who had the hood Swervin turfin
Still sliding through with that Pimp C
And that Bum B
400
Hot boys
Trick Daddy Dollar
And that Ghetto D
(Jhigh FUCK THESE NIGGAZ)
Shit
Better buy you a verse
Bout to get lost in the sauce
Crank me up cause this beat getting Murked
It's a cold world that we living in
Good weed that we rolling up
All my dawgs got Styrofoams
We live at the zoo and we while as f*ck
I'm just living for the moment
Every car I got I own it
Every beat I ripped I stole it
(High)
You ain't getting money nigga you just be around it
I lay it all on the table nigga
See me count it
Got a problem with High
Nigga come see me bout it
Hit you with that extra extra Read about it
(Ha ha)
Gotta roll this one a lil tighter
Freestyle
Melt down
The weed be the ghost rider
Nigga took my style
But I ain't worried about it
I just flipped the script/Head first and went kamikaze
(My Black Flag)
That's that street anthem
Still shitin on these niggaz like a cheap Pampa
Baby shit
You know how that smell
What I'm trying to say
That a nigga flow stank as hell
And I just graduated on up
I promised y'all
And I promised myself that imma step my rap game up
Imma take my time
When I write my rhymes
Cause everything I drop
Platinum plus
No time for the foolishness
That's the reason why these niggaz mad as f*ck
You ain't getting money nigga you just be around it
I lay it all on the table nigga see me count it
Got a problem with High
Nigga come see me bout it
Hit you with that extra extra Read about it
High Again
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What it is world? This ya boy J-High up in this bitch
(High Again)
Mr. No Brakes
Thrilla on the Track
Just want y'all to roll something up and vibe with a Nigga
You might be fresh outta jail
On the run
Probation violation
Probably just got hit with that child support thang
But blessings come in the morning "High"
Fresh up off that cruise ship
That's how you Ball
Stack it up for the winter time
Let it thaw out
Cook it up now the summers Ours
That must be High
With a brand new flow
And against all odds
Shit them crackas had to let me go
And I swan dived in that money
Wide awake like a junkie
I lick my hands and I lick my plates
Just to let you know that I was hungry
But one things for certain
Real niggaz ain't hurting
Free real niggaz like my dawg EB
Them the ones who had the hood Swervin turfin
Still sliding through with that Pimp C
And that Bum B
400
Hot boys
Trick Daddy Dollar
And that Ghetto D
(Jhigh FUCK THESE NIGGAZ)
Shit
Better buy you a verse
Bout to get lost in the sauce
Crank me up cause this beat getting Murked
It's a cold world that we living in
Good weed that we rolling up
All my dawgs got Styrofoams
We live at the zoo and we while as f*ck
I'm just living for the moment
Every car I got I own it
Every beat I ripped I stole it
(High)
You ain't getting money nigga you just be around it
I lay it all on the table nigga
See me count it
Got a problem with High
Nigga come see me bout it
Hit you with that extra extra Read about it
(Ha ha)
Gotta roll this one a lil tighter
Freestyle
Melt down
The weed be the ghost rider
Nigga took my style
But I ain't worried about it
I just flipped the script/Head first and went kamikaze
(My Black Flag)
That's that street anthem
Still shitin on these niggaz like a cheap Pampa
Baby shit
You know how that smell
What I'm trying to say
That a nigga flow stank as hell
And I just graduated on up
I promised y'all
And I promised myself that imma step my rap game up
Imma take my time
When I write my rhymes
Cause everything I drop
Platinum plus
No time for the foolishness
That's the reason why these niggaz mad as f*ck
You ain't getting money nigga you just be around it
I lay it all on the table nigga see me count it
Got a problem with High
Nigga come see me bout it
Hit you with that extra extra Read about it
High Again
(High Again)
Mr. No Brakes
Thrilla on the Track
Just want y'all to roll something up and vibe with a Nigga
You might be fresh outta jail
On the run
Probation violation
Probably just got hit with that child support thang
But blessings come in the morning "High"
Fresh up off that cruise ship
That's how you Ball
Stack it up for the winter time
Let it thaw out
Cook it up now the summers Ours
That must be High
With a brand new flow
And against all odds
Shit them crackas had to let me go
And I swan dived in that money
Wide awake like a junkie
I lick my hands and I lick my plates
Just to let you know that I was hungry
But one things for certain
Real niggaz ain't hurting
Free real niggaz like my dawg EB
Them the ones who had the hood Swervin turfin
Still sliding through with that Pimp C
And that Bum B
400
Hot boys
Trick Daddy Dollar
And that Ghetto D
(Jhigh FUCK THESE NIGGAZ)
Shit
Better buy you a verse
Bout to get lost in the sauce
Crank me up cause this beat getting Murked
It's a cold world that we living in
Good weed that we rolling up
All my dawgs got Styrofoams
We live at the zoo and we while as f*ck
I'm just living for the moment
Every car I got I own it
Every beat I ripped I stole it
(High)
You ain't getting money nigga you just be around it
I lay it all on the table nigga
See me count it
Got a problem with High
Nigga come see me bout it
Hit you with that extra extra Read about it
(Ha ha)
Gotta roll this one a lil tighter
Freestyle
Melt down
The weed be the ghost rider
Nigga took my style
But I ain't worried about it
I just flipped the script/Head first and went kamikaze
(My Black Flag)
That's that street anthem
Still shitin on these niggaz like a cheap Pampa
Baby shit
You know how that smell
What I'm trying to say
That a nigga flow stank as hell
And I just graduated on up
I promised y'all
And I promised myself that imma step my rap game up
Imma take my time
When I write my rhymes
Cause everything I drop
Platinum plus
No time for the foolishness
That's the reason why these niggaz mad as f*ck
You ain't getting money nigga you just be around it
I lay it all on the table nigga see me count it
Got a problem with High
Nigga come see me bout it
Hit you with that extra extra Read about it
High Again
Writer: Jahmel Foster
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid