Head High Lyrics

Pick your bread up

Stack your head up

Got no time to waste

Bet clear your head and focus on the things that make you sane

Ain't no body going

Understand the way you think

Stuck in the cut like I been messing

With the raiser blade

I been doing me

And chillin by my lonely

Watch the fake you turn your back

It be your homie

The ones who claim to have your back a do

You wrong see, the game don't change

So you adjust to what you gone be

A force to reckon with nah

This ain't what you want g

Like who you messing wit

You came up on the wrong street

We come from struggle's, hardships

Pain but we ain't letting up

Gone nod and shake my head

To those who ain't remember us

It hurt so bad young man is lade out on the stretcher bruh

Stuck up in college wit these white kids who be prejudice

I'm tired of stressing bout my major

Worrying if I go back home to ugly streets

Am I in danger

I miss my mom and hate my neighbors

Because the promises

They made us, like a game I'm getting played up

The paper trails they super thin

I need some layers

I ain't gone let no one depict what I'm doing

haters see you later

On incline, up the score like escalator

Reaching for the top like elevator

Getting paper

I be rapping ain't a singer

Dis a banger

My conscience guilty

Cuz I think I'm doing wrong

Putting pain in every

Word I write, my feelings

And these songs

The ones who used to get no action get around

And now they gone

Everybody pledging, this is hectic

The length of measures

It's too drastic

Speak when spoken, ain't a spokesman

Ink the page, don't leave it open

From a place where people poking

Sticking, knives, and guns reloading

Walk out side your house, no going out

Because you never know when

Someone crazy decides to leave the brains

On curb he thinking open

Pick your bread up

Stack your head up

Got no time to waste

Bet clear your head and focus on the things that make you sane

Ain't no body going

Understand the way you think

Stuck in the cut like I been messing

With the raiser blade

I been doing me

And chillin by my lonely

Watch the fake you turn your back

It be your homie

The ones who claim to have your back a do

You wrong see, the game don't change

So you adjust to what you gone be

Subjected

To a place we all in danger

Throw them on the line like cloths in closet

Said he on a hanger

Booming beats and in the streets

They'll say that this song a be a banger

Make a statement and I'm claiming

Wit the gang, so what he saying

On the road like tracks

We Line them

Catch them where he lack

We Got them

Brain contusion

Much confusion

In a system steady losing

Fighting for my life and it ain't right

I'm stuck and not sure how I'm doing

Preach with all might and I keep asking how I do it

Way you move ,your ethic and your attitude

Your methods, thanks much gratitude

No hate we can't be mad at you

A man just tryna make it in a system

You don't matter to

Because the life we live is sick

So guess let do what matters do

In the end it's gone be cool

Ay ya

Got to do what you gone do

Ay ya

Got to be who you gone be

Ay ya

Got to move how you gone move

Ay ya Got to make it out the mud

Like dirt that's stuck between my shoe

Got to find your inner peace

Cuz if it ain't, won't make it through