so high

HOOK

 

How could something so high?
Make you feel so low
And All the feelings inside
That you can’t control
Got to let them all out
Before you bout to explode
Think you got what you want
Till you know that you don't

verse 1

Yeah Yeah Uh
You worked hard
Then you had it all
Could have never thought
What you had in store
Everything you gained
Turned into a loss
All Without a cause
Not a minute more
Passed
You were getting
Quick cash
You was winning
Getting plenty ass
You was moving fast
With the women
Now you look at that
Wishing to take back
Every minute
But you still young
Only living half the beginning

But I
Hustle...rain... sleet.... hail... snow
And I
Will I stop?
Hell no
Oh I
Kill this shit
Like a Denzel role, oh yea
Hustle but I don’t sell dope
But I
Wrote so much
That the pencil broke,
Oh I
Try to stop me
But you will fail though
Oh yea
Inhale rappers like I do smoke
Oh yea
Blow them out real slow

HOOK

How could something so high?
Make you feel so low
And All the feelings inside
That you can’t control
Got to let them all out
Before you bout to explode
Think you got what you want
Till you know that you don't
 

verse 2

I don’t think that it ran
Through his cerebellum
You could try
But it ain’t much
That you can tell him
Had Some real rough days

I’ve been better
Feeling such disdain
No not never
Why wouldn’t ya
Show love
Cause you was never around, Homes
But I make the type of music
That’ll get you wild, Homes
This that bout to get jumped
For your crew come in
This the turn around
Make you want to do something
This that Chinatown
Pell Street Soup dumplings
This that Slick
New New York Kid coming
Go head spread the word
How I kick them metaphors
And similes similarly to nothing that you heard
But still Nostalgic
On some 90’s New York
What can I say baby
You done go what you bargained
So talk about your girl
That’s the apple of your eye
For two whole verses
And a bunch of corny lines
Talk about the girls
Or the Molly that popped
Cause all that
Is exactly what this is not
But I
Hustle, rain sleet, hail, snow
And I
Will I stop?
Hell no.
 

HOOK
 

How could something so high?
Make you feel so low
And All the feelings inside
That you can’t control
Got to let them all out
Before you bout to explode
Think you got what you want
Till you know that you don't, yea

Producer of beats: Gaveunn Aveunn