[Verse 1]
Money influenced, many been through it, plenty sense to it
Get that stack rinse through it, get that back flex with it
Cause you the next with it, ditch the next bittie, call your ex hit it argue when the sex finished
f*ck ya I'm self proclaimed I expected this sh*t, looking slick grabbing my di*k being profane
I'm back on my "uh" happy as f*ck gun in my jacket jack it and run
I put my lighter up flamed out same route 90A, 512 tryna behave myself
Keep my lighter up, they say its a hierarchy 'round here
But, f*ck that sh*t we scream "anarchy" out here
Living wasn't easy breezy; cover-up the streezy back it out and squeeze it hoping that nobody sees me if they do I'm gone
Envelope and stamp to reach me, I belong to that belief but see it's not so funny when you leaving home
Leave it home, that's how they pick one up
I ain't moving birds but I can flip one up
f*ck you we are not the same my cloth is a different cut
I was right all along, but that's what listening does
[Hook]
I hold my head in my hands, look in my eyes
(I hold my head in my hands, look in my eyes)
They told me not to look down, am I really that high?
(They told me not to look down, am I really that high?)
[Verse 2]
Couldn't quite get her, always had it in sight never pulled the trigger
Crumpled dreams in the streets littered sweet bitter moments, no regard for atonement is there?
Uh, uh... I figured
Looking at it play out on a white sheet
Projections of profit they're offering what it might be
My bros sitting down, me I'm tripping out, hearing voices other-worldly different sounds
This is now that was then it's nothing that it hasn't been all these fabrications they have no clue what the fabric is
You reap what you sow I hope you know, every stitch
A tailor-made reality, how's it fit?
Hold my lighter up
Fire eyes, dire life, living on expired time, losing my head but I don't mind
Keep my lighter up
This heat above me love me my head is hotter than Chung-Li my competition redundant
As soon as you leaving home, that's when they switchin' up
I ain't moving birds, but I can flip one up
f*ck you we are not the same my cloth is a different cut
I was right all along, but that's what listening does
[Hook]
I hold my head in my hands, look in my eyes
(I hold my head in my hands, look in my eyes)
They told me not to look down, am I really that high?
(They told me not to look down, am I really that high?)