Higher Ground Witt Lowry

[Verse 1]
W-I-double T to the Y
I pluck your wings, you think you fly?
I do this shit all day, all night
Don’t need no weed, I’m NASA high
Just met this girl, her ass a nine, but of course she talks so asinine
And I’m out my mind, I’m about to slaughter every beat I fucking find
Kill it! Don’t stop me dawg, I beef I’m Kobayashi dawg
The rap game kamehameha, I’m screaming mother fuck a broad
If I’m not the shit, then I’m a mound of poo
Look at all the bullshit, I maneuver through
And if ya’ll don’t like my music, well then fuck you, you, and you (Fuck you)
Ha!
Real recognize real, and fake recognize fake
So when this shit gets real how much can fake fuck take? None
I promise you ho, you ain’t the one (Nope)
You talking that shit well then pass 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 (yuh)
I just met a girl, now she giving me brain (yuh)
That head was insane, like she fighting Bruce Wayne
Ughhh, yeah