1-800-FLYHIGH Lyrics

I use to be suicidal

Same time I was still doing this rap shit

I was on band lab killing my rivals

It's crazy how cold I would flow

Using apple headphones and a beat with X's name in the title

That nigga was really my idol

I wish he could meet his disciples

Born and raised straight out the Ville

Niggas will tell you I was in the heart of that shit

Knew some niggas that got killed

And I knew some niggas who putting opps in a spliff

I knew some nigga who was in the park with a grip

I was never apart of that shit

Thought it was normal to be around killers

And niggas who dove in the bottomless pit

Hit third grade so I had to stop taking the bus

So my sister was picking me up

On the way home niggas flirted with her so

I backed out the poker and said to shut up

We walked away from the nigga

I swear if we didn't I woulda charged at his gut

Sister was laughing

I told her "I'd kick his butt"

Cause she didn't let me cuss

She really part of the reason I am who I am

Call me if u need to get out a jam

Me and my other sister use to fight a lot

But not with words nigga hand to hand

If you put a finger on either of em

Then I'm booming at you, your mother, and your mans

This chop gonna make him suffer screaming damn

Be sliding on beats like butter in a pan

Twelve years old we moved out to the south

So glad mom and dad made it out

Soon as I settled I turned to a devil

Started punching all these niggas in they mouth-

Had a lot of malice

Empathy was something I needed to practice

I was tryna put my mother in a palace

Rapping about having all the fire fashion/semi automatics I-

Still got a lil malice in me but i try to keep it in the music

I was in 7th grade rlly fighting demons ian know about so i was losing

I put my feeling on a piece of paper and compared my old shit to my new shit

Then my sadness turned into amusement

Cause I realized there was an improvement

I use to be suicidal

Same time I was still doing this rap shit

I was on band lab killing my rivals

It's crazy how cold I would flow

Using apple headphones and a beat with X's name in the title

That nigga was really my idol

I wish he could meet his disciples

Born and raised straight out the Ville

Niggas will tell you i was in the heart of that shit

Knew some niggas that got killed

And I knew some niggas who putting opps in a spliff

I knew some nigga who was in the park with a grip

I was never apart of that shit

Thought it was normal to be around killers

And niggas who dove in the bottomless pit