Head Up High
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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