Head Up High (Explicit)

Like niggas won’t shoot it off

Or you cut from a cloth

Not knowing niggas bleed knowing Biggie taught him

Suicidal thoughts unnecessary talking

Moving in the public something like a sucka

Like you ain’t fucked every body

Always with party rolling with homies

Clueless for the moment moving how you want

But confused by the consequence delusion at its finest

(She walk around...)

You got ya head held high

Get your guts spilled low bro

Toying and gaming around, it's command level Destro

Employing the killin orders all subordinates complying

The temperatures rising apply more fire to the iron

I'm godly an Amen Ra

Now how bout them lions

I'm designing the finest cloth

While blindfolded trying

I'm defeating death defying the odds all aligning

A boss never rushes his season it's all timing

(Time waits for no one, hell yeah I got my head high)

Like niggas won’t shoot if off

oh niggas Bulletproof

niggas Damon Wayans clowns goofs

playing both sides playing with ya life

but Homie won’t play when that truth come to light

Like you ain’t fucked everybody, you everybody sis

You even dap security niggas taking the tickets

Never take you serious never take you nowhere

I’ll take you thru there that’s all that we can do there

(Word....I mean but...uh)

Prized possession manifestin never question a blessin

Precious your essence a privilege just indulge in your presence

Previous light illuminate the world like a pearl

Not naive up to speed, so delicate plus you thorough

Never move around sloppy fly nigga they copy

Head high in the lobby, smell money and dosie

Came up off a flip turn the pain into foreplay

Talk slick the topic, make broke look exotic

Now I'm stepping thru the city like my aura hypnotic

Could've folded but I doubled, palette built off pride

Now the crown feels earned everytime I arrive

Like niggas won’t shoot it off or turn it to a pumpkin niggas running off like its cool like its nothing 'til you at his first born school or his mother’s cus he ain’t answering but he come pick up his son

Like you ain’t fucked everybody spirit of a rat 45 next week still a block party vet niggas ain’t shit that’s what you say it’s the niggas that you pick they don’t like you cus you a rat