Highways ft. James Gardin Lyrics

It's classic...

Everything we do is classic...

And when we link up? It's classic

Ay yo, we built this city with impeccable detail

I seen it repo'd, resold, and I prevailed

I was movin' on faith, wasn't movin' on sight,

I didn't need a stick for the trip,

And I ain't even learn how to read braille,

I'm a heavyweight, you a featherweight, watch me tip each scale,

Listen, I was on a mission, stickin' to my vision

If they say it hit him, well he's lucky that it clipped him [get 'em]

Cause these next bars is only headshots, got the game in a headlock

I'm bout to put all that talkin' to a dead stop...

Quit the chatter

Matter fact, let's take this talk to a different matter,

you see the way I paint pictures, how my slang differ,

and you still don't understand why I can't hang with ya,

I do my thing how the best did it,

Don't you feel how we connect different? [Eight more]

I'm just givin' you some history, Jack

But don't take this as a victory lap, I got fresh legs,

And a combination of hunger and wisdom

It's why I'm so focused and driven

And I know a lot of y'all ain't gon' wanna go and listen,

But I gotta keep talkin' if I'm livin',

I was always taught if you still breathin then you got a reason [reason]

Goals I'm achievin', reservations you keep them [hunh!]

Levitating 'cause I'm fly and all

Red bottoms, sunglasses, and some Tylenol [oooh-wee]

Bendin' corners, got em shook of me, you can look at me

But you still couldn't catch the feeling

You can't see me on a mild day

And this is child's play, I was born to do it my way

[My way, my way, my way,]

Bet I still hit a hundred on the highway

[Hunh!] On top of the mountain, then I made Lansing the Serengeti

Top predator, armed with a cold stare and machete

A slick Zulu, who spit voodoo, place my palm on your chest...

and let the burning soul of soldiers rip through you

I sat in exile, government said I'm too raw

Reincarnation of Frankie Dominique-Toussaint

Rebel for a cause that's dead, friends wished me harm instead

Feel like T'Challa when Killmonger threw him off the ledge

Then re-emerged like Father...First? Extend arms and bled

Y'all go hard...through prayer, I do this shit leisurely

Every rhyme I write is the guiding light of a Jesus theme,

The fire I inscribe? I'm your favorite rapper's fever dream,

Appear in light air or haunt your nightmares, just feel the night glare

My uncle gave me one rule...uh...don't die scared,

Sweet Chariot, Iscariots that hoped that I'd flee,

I brought revenge, a joy sweeter than Jamaican ackee

Now I'm against you, no fucks about respect or any set you roam

Cause I'm attached to all cliques like a metronome

Detroit player true indeed, talking cash fluently

Stacking like the devil said that evil is the root of me

While y'all role play like Soze, you get the Ol' J

Curse for backstabbers, your best flow is my throwaway

So when you look in mirrors asking "whom do I fear?"

Recite this verse five times till the truth reappears [nigga, it's Jah]

Levitating 'cause I'm fly and all

Red bottoms, sunglasses, and some Tylenol

Bendin' corners, got em shook of me, you can look at me

But you still couldn't catch the feeling [catch the feeling]

You can't see me on a mild day

And this is child's play, I was born to do it my way

[My way, my way, my way,]

Bet I still hit a hundred on the highway