High Lyrics

Year after year I get greater with time

So bright I was destined to shine

Niggas hate but they bitches love me

Clearly I got it you can see the signs

Cool calm collected I'm part of that team

Ida Mae called it when I was a seed

Since a baby I been goin' crazy

One of the last middle child's born in the eighties

Wave got slim niggas turned shady

Gotta couple bands niggas turned Katie

Tryna pop out with a weak flex

He stressed cause he know I'm popping and he can't take me

Live from Miami this a heat check

I'm a maverick like Dallas peep the defense

And the offense

I'm a dog leaving paw prints

Stepping everywhere I walk in

Quite often I be known to leave em dead in a coffin

Killin' this baby no abortion

If I didn't I still take care of it

My mama told me I'm arrogant

I'm only me baby you gotta cherish it

To be honest they told me I'm too modest

When you know you got it

They don't peep ya logic

What's understood ain't gotta be explained

Working out my weight you can see the gains

I'm getting stronger

The money longer

My team on one

You niggas goners

Nah it ain't just a persona

I ain't just performer

I'm a artist painting pictures like Basquiat

Picasso with more flavor than these niggas got

Bucket hat low in these g star denims

Its this simply history in the making

We just call it H.I.T.M.

Full blitz look how hard I hit em

I'm Lawrence Taylor come and meet your maker

Yeah, put you under boy my niggas takers

My niggas movers I be with the shakers

Flying high with the sky scrapers, ah