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courtney bell - get em high lyrics

[verse 1: royce da 5’9″]
get ’em high
nickel is back, black magnificent jack
nicholson moving through the hallways
of the movie the shining (the shine)
that’s how i walk in, just to do a signing
then slide off to do a new assignment
student of luke and common
i’m skywalkin’ you all on these ayahuasca+tributiful views through a shaman
i’m pyer moss, and then y’all can keep all your new designers
gucci and louis vuitton, and we uber+cheek, uber+conning
move through your town like a shooting comet
cuban shinin’, king tutankhamun
buying all of your jeweler’s diamonds
chris lighty taught me you can live faithfully and die gracefully
be anti+ran by agency, and be anti+white man violating me (gеt ’em high)

[verse 2: courtney ball]
seen it all, life is a b+tch
i’m stuck in a crystal ball
i’m who they call to put n+ggas in position, no diddy (pausе)
blood on my palm
i cook this sh+t, mix in phytenol, i k!ll ’em all
the way they slept on me, this bureau pillow soft
shannon sharp the way they hop out on the opposition
my n+ggas draymond green of jordan poole in the building
cold talk, jada and will, a bunch of swingers
that punch and practice around the best shooters with itchy fingers
i seen everybody diss on gunna for snitchin’
but got rap friends in court turning to r&b singers (sh+t)
i been a problem, from any angle
i’m luka dončić, kyrie double handed with this lil uzi
how i’m rockin’ 8 letters
exit 9, on my back, equal numbers
[verse 3: symba]
(hmm, hip+hop)
i started out, money make you see sh+t you ain’t thought about
they said the rappers don’t come out outside
looks like we brought them out
the last few months
sh+t, i’m all that they talkin’ about
and courtney, you with royce
so f+ck it, there’s a new slaughterhouse
mercedes 580 got me and my lady fallin’ out
cause she see how they hoppin’ on my d+ck when i be hoppin’ out
two tone sky dweller, double decker
yacht docking now, black and white diamonds
they be hitting like montgomery brow
oops. i mean montgomery braw
i ain’t duckin’, smoke at all
i would cut my feet off and try to walk before i run from y’all
sick of these n+ggas trying to act like i ain’t who they eatin’ off
this rap sh+t can turn me to somebody
that i gotta be for y’all

[bridge: sol chyld & symba]
ugh, yeah
ssh, pause (get ’em high)

[verse 4: sol chyld]
look, i could never box myself
i been felt the paradox of prima donnas
tellin’ me my scriptures like designer
louis the 16th of verses that’ll cause a revolution through my cursive
it’s all about the execution, right?
i write my sins in fixture
set in stone this ain’t christopher robin
or walken, ain’t no pulp fiction
fixatin’ on my mission, ain’t impossible
tom cruisin’ through these obstacles
no optical illusion when my folks spottin’ at follicles (weak)
american dream teaming down these dusty rhodes
lo and behold they prophesied a young soul
to touch the world like golden globes
i overload my pen with lead
and i hang ’em up on totem poles
i told them pose for the polaroid
posterize like me dunking on blah blah
oh lord, ’cause [?] (get ’em high)
[verse 4: larussell]
it ain’t too many that can rumble with the mighty lion
if it’s them against me, then somebody dyin’
and it ain’t i
i hate to get under your skin, but this ain’t i
it’s kinda hard for them to look into a saint eyes
knowing they intentions, malicious
all that insecurity gonna scare away the b+tches
everybody wanna eat, who wanna clean the dishes?
snakes in the cut, had to remove the stitches
it gets vicious when n+ggas get the fighting over the masters (get ’em high)
they gave away because they want to fame faster
they see me full of black joy and laughter
and tryin’ to front, but i ain’t got the sh+t they after
oh n+ggas wanna be indie now?
who made it cool
who dug a hole in the backyard and made a pool
my mama like donald trump moms, she made a fool
i’m not a wolf in sheep clothing, i’m made of wool
i’m planting seeds, and saving stool for when the drought come
i rather live life with a dream than without one (get ’em high)
guess i’m more like mlk than malcom
more in between, i’m open to either outcome
long as there’ income and then some
i got enough d+ck to share, tell your friends come
a modern day avatar
i’m tryna bend some
i made enough cash to donate, and then some
my pockets stuffed like dim+sum, and then some
keep your advice to yourself until you win some
[outro: larussell]
ha+ha+ha, b+tch

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