Higher (Remix)

[Intro] Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh (DJ Ill Will) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Enough with the sentimental shit I'm about to blow, nigga, keep the instrumental lit Suited in the Pendleton, I came to unclog these rap, blogs Congrats, hats off to Fashawn You stupid? I thought I told you muthafuckas Thought speculation was over when it wasn't in the kitchen, like You don't know what's in the oven? I mean the shit is, fucking disgusting How these lollipop sucker ass posing like they got it locked Never go outside the box rappers, try me not I'm off an OZ of GCK Been moving at a slow speed for three days Don't ever try and come to the West [Female voice: you ain't never been to the West nigga?] Without an extra lung, a big gun, and a vest Allow me to introduce you to your death I present AK-47, F Ha! [Interlude] Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh (I'd like to welcome you to Sunday school, man. Have a seat, put your bags down, and take notes nigga) (DJ Rockstar) [Verse 2] They sampling my style, fashion a lou I hear it in they rhymes, who? Perhaps just a few Rappers need to get bruised and/or tooken back to school Rewrite the rules or be just another mule nigga Uh, a prisoner, a perfectionary sentence I'm sketching Like a window or a exit; escape your mental I become a prisoner of perception Roll up some indo Listen for a second, it's just info And this just in: I got a four eleven on a 187 Somebody laying in heaven, niggas ain't playing in C.A A lotta shit happening Thinking about packing and moving to Minneapolis (Damn) We from a culture of capitalists Cutthroats and savages, the utmost embarrassing Fuck, a nigga might move out of the country If you want me I'll probably be in Somali sitting comfortably Dig? [Outro] Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh (I want to go to Africa, I haven't been there yet We should hit Cape Town or Johannesburg, word We ain't been this high before - Sunday School man)