Higher - Jae Millz, Smoke DZA, Al Doe

My comeback

Millzie I got you

Al-Doe

I don’t know what the word pressure mean

BBN

Winter coming, we bring them furs out

Sky trippin' to Aspen, we smoking girl scout

No service, money’s my whole purpose

They talk till you, run down on em like why you nervous

They rap about guns homey, I’m rappin with the gun on me

Ask them niggas in Atlanta how we movin

You know the price, black Rubicon, Rover white

Double box vacuum seal

We send them over night

Ah, who your favorite again, who?

I’m probly on his playlist, raw cones I’m faded

We did Nobu, made Philippe regular

Spice market, Abe & Arthurs way ahead of ya

Just me and my bitch

They seen this when we dippin by

Stumbling in kiss and fly

I really did whatever my pen say

Rest in peace Tito, Perico Puente

Dog

And as I take another hit

I wonder if I could get any

And as I take another sip

I wonder if I could drift any

And as she takes another sniff

She prolly feel like she’ll never get any

Kush got bitch

Ride

Straight out the trenches

Use to play the Benjies, the OGs showed interest

Real nigga Pedigree, not a blemish

Law of attraction rob off on anybody I link with

Uh, I’m blessed to be distinguished

Before you get that guy to think rich

Most these niggas on some think shit

It’s my duty to get it

I’m truly the freshest, sliding hoes out of beauty in Essex

Why you stressin?

Block nigga, call him Tetris

Never left the hood, tryna tell me what success is

And just like the game appears

Everything you had lined up, you watch it disappear

And there go the pressure, creepin on yo ass

You call yourself tryna build but life is moving fast

And now you stackin as a nigga using dope

Sleep standing up but you really wide awoke

And as I take another hit

I wonder if I could get any

And as I take another sip

I wonder if I could drift any

And as she takes another sniff

She prolly feel like she’ll never get any

Yo yo

Smoke something bitch

Uptown

All praises due to the father

You lil niggas service is fucked, step your bars up

Foreign boy, I’m too fly for a charging

Rubber band and Benjamins, rolling jelly jars up

Hard luck is all we had

Now it’s lobster like we garliced up

Vegetable rice butter with partial cups

Halfway full cause we halfway gone

Repentin all of our sins cause for all we was wrong

But never regrettin shit, we sayin none of these songs

Short patience for sucka shit so I roll mine long

It’s a work out to finish my blunts, I smoke that strong

And I love a Spanish girl that love her throat to be warm

McCall poke her over the block

I just supply the guap and let my nigga run the spot

I clean cut with visions and being filthy

To my daughter I’m daddy, to these rappers I’m father Millzie

Amen

And as I take another hit

I wonder if I could get any

And as I take another sip

I wonder if I could drift any

And as she takes another sniff

She prolly feel like she’ll never get any