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kiid scoob - higher lyrics

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[intro]
i’m just tryna go higher with every song…
this f-ckin’ beat man… whack
f-ck it, look!

[verse]
i once heard that life is what you make it
but found out that life is where you take it
cause you go so far if you got drive
like a four door sports cars when it rolls by

i was blessed by the most high
so i express through these dopes rhymes
my love for music and it won’t die
i’m keeping hope alive
so as my fans multiply i’mma open eyes
that’s something they won’t deny

which should come to no surprise
n-gga i’m on the rise
tryna shine so i’m spitting like a loaded 9
y’all recline while i’m inclined to overtime
i’m finna climb its just taking time cause rope is high

yeah i’m focused just hoping they open up the blinds
so i can shine the feeling you feelings so divine
i’m appealing to the realist of n-ggas
cause they knowing what in pennin’ is as real as its getting

n-gga who are you kidding? you ain’t sicker than the kid
my writtens are like prescription from a pediatrician
so give my cd a listen and you’ll see that i’m sicker
than anybody that’s kickin’ that non believable sh-t and

you’re like the media, but see i’m never feeding fiction
i’ll beat you in fetal position til you read it and get it
and that’s tough love, so you better get to listenin’
they sugar coating but don’t trip i got that insulin

now i got ’em trembling, all about the benjamin’s
so gold diggers tryna win big like i’m wimbledon
im taking rap out its predicament
and fans thanking me in tweets but i just tell em don’t mention it

cause i won’t let go
i’m executing my plan likes its on death row
and n-ggas is telling me to change, switch up and play the game
but n-ggas selling they souls just to make it to the pros

and i’m married to the music, i treat her like a wife
and i’m known to get verbally abusive on the mic
so if you view it and dispute as take a hike
i’m reaching new heights
cause i use it like i’m cruisin’ on a kite

since i left for paper hoes call me mr. right
so they tune me like a tuba when they blowing on the pipe
but they faker than they faces under make up
they only want you when yo cake up, so what the f-ck that make us?

time is money
so spending every second with you sk-nk sl-ts would only leave me bankrupt
and i’m tryna buy the dealership
but getting dirty moneys the only way to get filthy rich

and the city sick
the hammer will peel you like a banana and you’ll catch a whole banana clip
to the doubters i ain’t hearing it
i could donate my colon and i still wouldn’t give a sh-t

[outro]
money driven n-gga
it’s time to go higher…

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