Get High

[spoken]
Yeah, he good....yeah he good. I mean, I don't even know if he raps anymore to be honest with you. He been on this pop-Afro-pop wave, or whatever....

Don’t ask me how music’s going you see me I’m popping’
I’m tryna reach all my goals imma need me a rocket
I walked into labels thinking we’ll talk about music
Stupid niggas ask if my social media’s popping
Been saying imma be the greatest I’m never gone stop it
Leaving niggas behind the goat wasn’t meant for the flock
It’s obvious that you are not the plug. disconnect from the socket
Prepare for trouble make it double my team got the rocket
Poppin I’m Harden I got the range
I never sweat her you in a cardigan it’s a shame
Am I good? Never better it’s hard but I can’t complain
Got it tatted on me why? Cause this art shit is in my veins
Like Omarion in the rain
You getting served nigga
Fuck seconds I’m on my thirds nigga
Shit ain’t sweet till I treat ya day like she dessert nigga
Word Nigga. I’m casting spells spelling these words Nigga
Curses in cursive I’m so ahead of the curve nigga

Chorus
I made a little music and it made a little money
Got by off it
Then I took a lil money and I flipped to a bag
Got fly off it
I’m bout to take all the paper and turn it into power get high off it
We’ll get high Baby
Muthafucka get high baby

I thought you’d be happy for me
Looking at everything that happened for me
The life I made off making beats and rappin Classics homie
You talking foul. You missed your shot to put it on the line
You opted out and now you made because I’m taking mine
I’m taking time and taking names before I’m kicking ass
I’ll show these niggas who they are. The ghost of Christmas Past
I’ll send her back if you wondering where your mrs at
While I kiss my teeth at these rappers who steady kissing ass
Treat these corporations Phipps plaza or 5th and Saks
Walk in with a grip of cash. And then leave with a different bag
Don’t go tit for tat. Nah
This isn’t this or that. Nah
I’m at baggage claim while you claiming you missing bags
Your aim ain’t official. You had your shot and you missed and thats
Exactly why you pissed at yourself I stuck to the mission
I cut the swisher, cut the the vocals then I listen back
I’m going global boy you local, I seen different cash
All I ever did was do me and these niggas mad. Damn
All I ever did was do me and these niggas mad
Looking for some company for misery. It isn’t that I’m mad. Guess I’m just disappointed I left you in the past

Chorus
I made a little music and it made a little money
Got by off it
Then I took a lil money and I flipped to a bag
Got fly off it
I’m bout to take all the paper and turn it into power get high off it
We’ll get high Baby
Muthafucka get high baby

[spoken]
Motherfucker never been to Africa. I mean, i know he Nigerian by blood, but he never been to Africa. He don't speak Igbo. He think he from Atlanta all of a sudden, you know? I mean...I don't know. I don't know where this "AfroCentric Kelechi" is coming from. You can't just switch it up on'em like that. I'm happy for him, that's my dog, but fuck him, but I love him, but fuck him