Higher Ground

[Verse 1] W-I-double T to the Y I pluck your wings, you think you fly? I do this shit all day, all night Don’t need no weed, I’m NASA high Just met this girl, her ass a nine, but of course she talks so asinine And I’m out my mind, I’m about to slaughter every beat I fucking find Kill it! Don’t stop me dawg, I beef I’m Kobayashi dawg The rap game kamehameha, I’m screaming mother fuck a broad If I’m not the shit, then I’m a mound of poo Look at all the bullshit, I maneuver through And if ya’ll don’t like my music, well then fuck you, you, and you (Fuck you) Ha! Real recognize real, and fake recognize fake So when this shit gets real how much can fake fuck take? None I promise you ho, you ain’t the one (Nope) You talking that shit well then pass me the gun (Yeah you are) They taking they shots, taking they shots, taking they shot to the back of a gun Dumb, go shoot yourself and die Haters are softer then pumpkin pie Out of my body, ain’t even alive I find all the phonies, and sever the ties I spit that raw real, but man, this feel good too (Yeah it do) I try to chill with old friends, but they’re like, ”Who brang you?” I guess these people that I thought were friends, were fake, who knew? So now I keep my circle small, and intact like glue Man I'm out of your league, I’m out of your lane You all are so lame, I’m taking the game (yuh) I just met a girl, now she giving me brain (yuh) That head was insane, like she fighting Bruce Wayne Ughhh, yeah [Verse 2] While the fuck ya’ll making whack rap, I make Edgar Allen poetry (yuh) And only scream Witty on a track, so they know it’s me (Hey, it's me!) I’m looking at this freshman girl, like you a hoe to be I probably shouldn’t think so cold, but ya’ll been cold to me My old girls they can’t seem to stop talking about me My new girls are telling me that they can’t live without me (We love you!) Oooh girl, now stop lying through your teeth, you see The next guy you meet, you’ll leave and love him like me A beast, just off of my leash A chief, just minus the keef I got no time for ya’ll hoe’s I pay no mind to a tweet I pay no mind to a text I’m feeling like I’m up next You’re all a bunch of real pussies Guess that makes me a sext Now all I want to have’s an effect I know you ain’t my girlfriend So I ain’t paying no check (nah) I’m coming straight for the top I guess that makes me erect And ya’ll can have my old girls All them hoe’s is a mess (take em) See I’m a testament to real rap My heart? Watch me spill that I started here with nothing Know a lot of ya’ll can feel that (Yeah) Built this shit right here from the ground up Now look at where we wound up (aha) I do this shit for me, the crew, and all the fans that found us, ha! (Go!) Ain’t this a bitch I came in the game and I flipped a script You hating on my music Saying that my name is lame and shit (Your name sucks) You tweeting about my ass Because you jealous you ain’t nothing (Fuck you) Bitch, bow down You look pathetic when you write on my pics (haha) I’m eating out a fine dime I call that shit a fine dine (mmm) Fuck with me? You out your mind Imagine me when I reach my prime ('magine) Man, killing the beat, and I’m killing the flow Elevatin’ to levels you don’t even know Every track that I rap should be covered in gold When I give em’ my music, I give em’ my soul Ughhh!