How High (Intro)

[Intro: [?]]
How High: The Mixtape, Rated R and Diggz, Ill Spoken
Ya heard?
Potent Product collabo right here
Let me light up somethin'
Got blunt? Got weed?
We ain't playin' no games '08, '09 and better
The whole Ill Spoken, How High: The Mixtape
Can we get Beedie? Mac? Y'all already know how we does it
We on that motherfuckin' takeover
(Are you ready?)
DJ Rated R, DJ Diggz
Can't forget Rap [?] dot com
Ill Spoken

[Verse 1: Mac Miller]
Yo, ladies and gentlemen, blaze an L, and let's begin
Kickin' with some peckin' shit [?]
My pen constructin' sentences (Yep)
Subject and the predicates to get y'all higher with
The fire spit, lettin' off like entire clips
Sayin' that the boombox, hear the beat for 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 vinyl: 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'
Rhythm of rap, I'm bringin' it back, cats are wiggity-whack
Been shittin' on [?] who spittin' these writtens
But missin' the [?], 'cause you live in the cracks
I'm waking up and pissin' out rap
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 piss on a cloud and make a bird look up
(Bang, b-b-bang my shit)
Been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever
(How high, baby?)
So high that I can piss on a cloud and make a bird look up
(Bang, b-b-bang my shit)
Been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever
(The Ill Spoken)

[Verse 2: Beedie]
The boy is back at it, y'all know me and Mac had it
Spit fire when I flow, cook coke to a crack addict
And it's my way or the highway
But it's funny 'cause my way kinda the high way (Haha)
And you know I keep a fat-ass stash on the loud way
Good haze got me fixed up, twistin' me sideways (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 piss on a cloud and make a bird look up
(Bang, b-b-bang my shit)
Been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever
(How high, baby?)
So high that I can piss on a cloud and make a bird look up
(Bang, b-b-bang my shit)
Been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever (The Ill Spoken)
So high that I can piss on a cloud and make a bird look up
(Bang, b-b-bang my shit)
Been hot so long, it feels like I got a lifetime fever
(How high, baby?)