Get Em High

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Get 'em high Nickel Is back, black magnificent Jack Nicholson moving through the hallways Of the movie The Shining (The shine) That's how I walk in, just to do a signing Then slide off to do a new assignment Student of Luke and Common I'm skywalkin' you all on these ayahuasca-tributiful views through a shaman I'm Pyer Moss, and then y'all can keep all your new designers Gucci and Louis Vuitton, and we uber-cheek, uber-conning Move through your town like a shooting comet Cuban shinin', King Tutankhamun Buying all of your jeweler’s diamonds Chris Lighty taught me you can live faithfully and die gracefully Be anti-ran by agency, and be anti-white man violating me (Gеt 'em high) [Verse 2: Courtney Ball] Seen it all, life is a bitch I'm stuck in a crystal ball I'm who they call to put niggas in position, no Diddy (Pausе) Blood on my palm I cook this shit, mix in phytenol, I kill 'em all The way they slept on me, this bureau pillow soft Shannon Sharp the way they hop out on the opposition My niggas Draymond Green of Jordan Poole in the building Cold talk, Jada and Will, a bunch of swingers That punch and practice around the best shooters with itchy fingers I seen everybody diss on Gunna for snitchin' But got rap friends in court turning to R&B singers (Shit) I been a problem, from any angle I'm Luka Dončić, Kyrie double handed with this lil uzi How I'm rockin' 8 letters Exit 9, on my back, equal numbers [Verse 3: Symba] (Hmm, Hip-Hop) I started out, money make you see shit you ain't thought about They said the rappers don’t come out outside Looks like we brought them out The last few months Shit, I'm all that they talkin' about And Courtney, you with Royce So fuck it, there’s a new Slaughterhouse Mercedes 580 got me and my lady fallin' out Cause she see how they hoppin' on my dick when I be hoppin' out Two tone sky dweller, double decker Yacht docking now, black and white diamonds They be hitting like Montgomery Brow Oops. I mean Montgomery Braw I ain't duckin', smoke at all I would cut my feet off and try to walk before I run from y'all Sick of these niggas trying to act like I ain't who they eatin' off This rap shit can turn me to somebody That I gotta be for y'all [Bridge: Sol ChYld & Symba] Ugh, yeah Ssh, pause (Get 'em high) [Verse 4: Sol ChYld] Look, I could never box myself I been felt the paradox of prima donnas Tellin' me my scriptures like designer Louis the 16th of verses that’ll cause a revolution through my cursive It's all about the execution, right? I write my sins in fixture Set in stone this ain't Christopher Robin Or Walken, ain't no Pulp Fiction Fixatin' on my mission, ain't impossible Tom cruisin' through these obstacles No optical illusion when my folks spottin' at follicles (Weak) American dream teaming down these Dusty Rhodes Lo and behold they prophesied a young soul To touch the world like golden globes I overload my pen with lead And I hang 'em up on totem poles I told them pose for the polaroid Posterize like me dunking on blah blah Oh lord, 'cause [?] (Get 'em high) [Verse 4: LaRussell] It ain't too many that can rumble with the mighty lion If it’s them against me, then somebody dyin' And it ain't I I hate to get under your skin, but this ain't I It's kinda hard for them to look into a saint eyes Knowing they intentions, malicious All that insecurity gonna scare away the bitches Everybody wanna eat, who wanna clean the dishes? Snakes in the cut, had to remove the stitches It gets vicious when niggas get the fighting over the masters (Get 'em high) They gave away because they want to fame faster They see me full of black joy and laughter And tryin' to front, but I ain't got the shit they after Oh niggas wanna be indie now? Who made it cool Who dug a hole in the backyard and made a pool My mama like Donald Trump moms, she made a fool I'm not a wolf in sheep clothing, I'm made of wool I'm planting seeds, and saving stool for when the drought come I rather live life with a dream than without one (Get 'em high) Guess I'm more like MLK than Malcom More in between, I'm open to either outcome Long as there' income and then some I got enough dick to share, tell your friends come A modern day avatar I'm tryna bend some I made enough cash to donate, and then some My pockets stuffed like dim-sum, and then some Keep your advice to yourself until you win some [Outro: LaRussell] Ha-ha-ha, bitch