High level shit

I’m into cruising my bitches and sending bruise
They interested in tattoos and they smelling like there are a brew
And they slipped it and they be feeling I laughing
I’m into trouble when you ain't around I seek it ahh
I like to cut it I feel alive when I’m bleeding out
I’m sitting down to do business I got young paper song
Make it draws dancing to me and some finish the on
I leave my kids in a tissue they write they make upon
And if your mama raised a good girl your mama raised you wrong
My fate is gone now all I believe is money money money the money
Shit I would pity the money if what you see is what you get it ain’t a secret
You ain't never gonna be shit you never seen shit
I ain't felicitous I need it I need it enough song
And I’m a give my kids the trust issues that come with trust funds
These bitches see going down on me and like to come up
When all them problems money can buy except the drug ones
I’m done running I don’t mean I’m done running
Shit I can take a break for a half and let you catch up a bit
(Just wait a second man)
Any cash I’m a double it until my album budget like petty cash in the government
I be album working like Halle Parking was fronting it
You can tell I’m eating it I’m stunting with Chucky Cheese
And I don’t wanna answer your calls send me a fucking text
Cause I be cutting you off if you ain't cutting yourself

Born high level shit
Money in the clip
Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch
And we don’t give a dam of where you from or who you with
Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit
Money in the clip
Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch
And we don’t give a dam of where you from or who you with
Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit

This is high level with sky level with my bezel
Curtsey of rolling Bing face shit takes
MCs take years to get on my level
Bring Superman down to earth get their shit quakes
We make hits since your shit breaks
We’re the pros Button
Better wonder shots screaming squeeze the cannon the thunder fast brake
You’ll niggers skate like the laws coming
Different strokes feel the drumming different dough
I can lamer when the lamer keep rolling
And your bitch never fucking she always told me it’s a go
Maybe it’s the dough or maybe it’s the flow
So many make the moans go crazy till I’m sacked by saving
Cause your boy so hate you’re the means of my surviving
And it means I’m still living and after a natural disaster
I’m still ready for action
Shut up the bouncing if you see ‘em slamming when you see me saluting
And I can’t get my armor
It’s wear mama think I’m a rap star
When I’m a part time bomber
Think only resting in the night hours
Get broke move Coke

Born high level shit
Money in the clip
Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch
And we don’t give a dam of where you from or who you with
Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit
Money in the clip
Running on the paper the way you coughing on your bitch
And we don’t give a dam of where you from or who you with
Hell now we doing eye level shit we doing eye level shit