High Road

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

Yo, fuck whoever thinking they king, I got no homage

Who taught you to be versatile and took the stones for it?

Who showed North you could make it out young

Without the ACs, robberies and going cunch? Listen up

I see the unemployment high, everybody scrapping

Trap rap popping, population trapping

Basic but you popping, I ain't tryna knock your vision

But I miss the days when if you couldn't rap, you didn't

You've seen what buj' can do to humans, that shit real evil

I never made P off anything that kills people

Except for the times I touched mic and killed people

I ain't spoke to him in time, he thinks we still peoples

Use to be my darg, he was in my left titty

Chip left niggas, niggas never left Chippy

But I ain't chatty patty, all your secrets safe with me

Still touch mic and pop corn, stay killy

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

Listen, the whole city's sleeping, only the kitties creeping

I'm doing vampire hours, celly forever beeping

In a position you never wish you would ever be in

I went to sleep in the morning, I rise up in the evening

And I ain't waiting to die, I'm tryna live in heaven

Fuck niggas, the fiends taught me the biggest lessons

It's sink or swim, I'm in it to win

Tryna dodge bin, whipping up lemonade when they give me lemons

International S

Had to book the top floor, sit back and reflect

I could still be up in the streets with a strap and a vest

But I'm in the bank doing mathematics, cashing them cheques

I told my daughter, "Bubba, daddy gon' be back in sec"

Like Yakaa Dee, your daddy, he's a wizard with words

I put 'em in a verse, now I got some bags to collect

And all these ladies seeing is the racks on my neck

Can't they see that if it ain't Idris

Which nigga is James Bond with it?

I got a license to kill, shitting on the critiques

Diamonds are forever, my gold finger got stones in it

This model calling, she wanna give me a home visit

Mowa Lola shades, Alyx jeans

Alexander McQueen tees, still the steeze so exquisite

I got nothing to prove, these niggas know I did it

Been a top boy before I ever wrote a lyric

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

Yeah, I watched my favourite fiend Donna die

PTSD, last time I saw her she was horrified

What the fuck you know about when you don't wanna ride

But niggas hit your nigga so you out there tryna hollow guys?

Everybody got a heart, it's what's hollow inside

Talking to her, she so sonic with lies

Came with a wap but I pay all my tax

I pray my salat, grab my toolie and then hit up them flats, facts

SK, CM, niggas brain ain't intact

That's three GOATs spitting rap and we spraying some facts

I look at my watch and then I turn on the tap

The jakes tryna catch me slipping, so I turn off the maps

My baby mother will tell you that I'm addicted to waps

My older brother will tell you that I was seven in flats

Akh', I'ma go down the loneliest road

It's hard to spin your life 'round when you come from the road

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them

I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet