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the ill spoken - how high (intro) lyrics

[intro: [?]]
how high: the mixtape, rated r and diggz, ill spoken
ya heard?
[?] collabo right here
let me light up somethin’
got blunt? got weed?
we ain’t playin’ no games ’08, ’09 but b+tter
the whole ill spoken, how high: the mixtape
[?] beedie, mac, y’all already know how we does it
we on that motherf+ckin’ takeover
dj rated r, dj diggz
[?]
ill spoken

[verse 1: mac miller]
yo, ladies and gentlemen, blaze an l and let’s begin
kickin’ with some [?] (yep)
somethin’ [?] get y’all higher with
the fire spit, lettin’ off like entire clips
[?] the boombox here to beef with two blocks
the ill spoken, beedie, easy mac, the jukebox (yessir)
haters in the area, step up to the plate
we do ya like some old vinyls, leave ya stuck in a crate (uh+uh)
and now it’s too late to apologize (yep), we comin’ on the rise
blunted all day, yeah, we smokin’ in the car we drivin’
[?] i’m bringin’ it back, cats are wiggity+whack
[?] for you to eat up, yup, it’s time to re+up
so playas, get your weed up, and move your seat up
how high can we be? (can we be)
so high that the haters can’t see
[chorus: [?]]
so high that i can p+ss on a cloud and make a bird look up
dang, dang, dang, my sh+t
been hot so long, it feels like i got a lifetime fever
how high, baby?
so high that i can p+ss on a cloud and make a bird look up
dang, dang, dang, my sh+t
been hot so long, it feels like i got a lifetime fever

[verse 2: beedie]
the boy is back at it, y’all know me and mac had it
spit fire when i flow, [?] to a crack addict
and it’s my way or the highway
but it’s funny ’cause my way kinda the highway (haha)
and you know i keep a fat+ass stash on the loud way
good haze got me fixed up, twistin’ me side+ways (ayy, haha)
gettin’ paid, yeah, that’s sorta the scheme
i’m on my own way to reach the top, achievin’ more than my dreams (yeah)
i fall back in the back of the buildin’
countin’ stacks, man, i’m tryna stack it up to the ceilin’ (right on)
and break through the roof, the sky’s the limit
i got my eyes on the prize, and i’m sizin’ the finish
tryna live it like a king, if you want it, you cop it
my money big, man, my wallet barely fit in my pocket, ya dig?
and in the leap year, bet i’m gon’ reach there
walk up to the throne, take a seat there, what?
[chorus: [?]]
so high that i can p+ss on a cloud and make a bird look up
dang, dang, dang, my sh+t
been hot so long, it feels like i got a lifetime fever
how high, baby?
so high that i can p+ss on a cloud and make a bird look up
dang, dang, dang, my sh+t
been hot so long, it feels like i got a lifetime fever (the ill spoken)
so high that i can p+ss on a cloud and make a bird look up
dang, dang, dang, my sh+t
been hot so long, it feels like i got a lifetime fever

[outro: [?]]
how high, baby

- the ill spoken lyrics

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