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witt lowry - higher ground lyrics

[verse 1]
w-i-double t to the y
i pluck your wings, you think you fly?
i do this sh-t all day, all night
don’t need no weed, i’m nasa high
just met this girl, her -ss a nine, but of course she talks so asinine
and i’m out my mind, i’m about to slaughter every beat i f-cking find
k!ll it! don’t stop me dawg, i beef i’m kobayashi dawg
the rap game kamehameha, i’m screaming mother f-ck a broad
if i’m not the sh-t, then i’m a mound of poo
look at all the bullsh-t, i maneuver through
and if ya’ll don’t like my music, well then f-ck you, you, and you (f-ck you)
ha!
real recognize real, and fake recognize fake
so when this sh-t gets real how much can fake f-ck take? none
i promise you ho, you ain’t the one (nope)
you talking that sh-t well then p-ss me the gun (yeah you are)
they taking they shots, taking they shots, taking they shot to the back of a gun
dumb, go shoot yourself and die
haters are softer then pumpkin pie
out of my body, ain’t even alive
i find all the phonies, and sever the ties
i spit that raw real, but man, this feel good too (yeah it do)
i try to chill with old friends, but they’re like, ”who brang you?”
i guess these people that i thought were friends, were fake, who knew?
so now i keep my circle small, and intact like glue
man i’m out of your league, i’m out of your lane
you all are so lame, i’m taking the game
i just met a girl, now she giving me brain
that head was insane, like she fighting bruce wayne
ughhh, yeah

[verse 2]
while the f-ck ya’ll making whack rap, i make edgar allen poetry (yuh)
and only scream witty on a track, so they know it’s me (hey, it’s me!)
i’m looking at this freshman girl, like you a hoe to be
i probably shouldn’t think so cold, but ya’ll been cold to me
my old girls they can’t seem to stop talking about me
my new girls are telling me that they can’t live without me (we love you!)
oooh girl, now stop lying through your t–th, you see
the next guy you meet, you’ll leave and love him like me
a beast, just off of my leash
a chief, just minus the keef
i got no time for ya’ll hoe’s
i pay no mind to a tweet
i pay no mind to a text
i’m feeling like i’m up next
you’re all a bunch of real p-ssies
guess that makes me a s-xt
now all i want to have’s an effect
i know you ain’t my girlfriend
so i ain’t paying no check
i’m coming straight for the top
i guess that makes me erect
and ya’ll can have my old girls
all them hoe’s is a mess
see i’m a testament to real rap
my heart? watch me spill that
i started here with nothing
know a lot of ya’ll can feel that (yeah)
built this sh-t right here from the ground up
now look at where we wound up
i do this sh-t for me, the crew, and all the fans that found us, ha! (go!)
ain’t this a b-tch
i came in the game and i flipped a script
you hating on my music
saying that my name is lame and sh-t (your name sucks)
you tweeting about my -ss
because you jealous you ain’t nothing (f-ck you)
b-tch, bow down
you look pathetic when you write on my pics
i’m eating out a fine dime
i call that sh-t a fine dine
f-ck with me?
you out your mind
imagine me when i reach my prime
man, k!lling the beat, and i’m k!lling the flow
elevatin’ to levels you don’t even know
every track that i rap should be covered in gold
when i give em’ my music, i give em’ my soul
ughhh!

- witt lowry lyrics

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