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Take you (higher)
   Hit you (higher)
   Make you (higher)
   Hit you (higher)
   Take you (higher)
  
   I don't know what to make of this
   Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous
   I guess I really gotta do it
   Put my game down
   ?????? fucking blew it
   Put my name down
   And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong
   Figured out a lot, you won't be that way long
   Plus, you niggas is bush leaguers
   And I bet y'all ain't get no bush either
   My hood dogs sing songs of rejection and pain
   If we get sunshine, it's followed up by rain
   Like to lay your jig down and get a blessing of brains
   My man ???? so he stressing your chain
   We see the 'morrow through the shades of it might not come
   Got to get it all now 'cause we might be done
   Matrix, nigga (nigga...), you looking at the one
   Fortified with a bonafide blastin' of a gun
   We in the space for positionin'
   Money and illiciting
   Living out our lives while certain cats just lookin' in
   We bewildered off the sacks and the green
   Whether the bay, L.A., or Chicago or Queens
   You better raise your game
   They comin' at you high
   You better raise your game
   Don't ask no questions why, nigga
   Then speak figuratively, I mean this shit
   And speak literally, you in some shit
  
   (Higher) take you
   (Higher) hit you
   (Higher) make you
   (Higher) hit you
   (Higher)
  
   I dominate flows
   I dominate shows
   And, in the nightime our dominance grows
   And, you could see from the posture I'm holding
   Yo, I'm ???? up while the rest is folding
   A hip hop cat who's flown world wide and
   Experience, adventures like poseidon
   Bunk heads with r and b chicks
   Give 'em one hit joints and they lookin' for the remix
   The shit that I spit like plain clothes days
   Surprised you legit make your whole team freeze
   I'm so irregular
   Ear on the cellular
   Let's celebrate 'cause your man is a hell of a
   Fillin' the blank with a good thing to fill in
   We hold it still 'cause we walkin' with still (chance, chains???)
   Blindsided up in your own reality
   While we in the heat of the moment, fuck morality
   I really wanna see you rise to my joint ma (ma)
   I'm lookin' straight don't see your eyes get my point ma (ma)
   However you do it, I'm doing you back
   Yo, don't misconstrue it, 'cause I'm screwing it back
   Yo, rappers better count my presence as they down time
   I gotta move around, don't have no fuck around time
   So, you better just get on back
   just (incoherent scats) abst'act
  
   Aiyo, (higher) take you
   (Higher) hit you
   (Higher) make you
   (Higher) hit you
   (Higher.........)
  
   Uh, uh...higher......we gettin' higher
   Yeah.....higher......
  
   Yo, one more time
   I don't know what to make of this
   Funny brothers on my nerves type ridiculous
   I guess I really gotta do it
   Put my game down
   ???? fuckin' blew it
   Put my name down
   And it seems you fucked up like a drug deal gone wrong
   Makin' out a lot, you won't be that way long
   Yeah yeah, plus, y'all niggas is bush leaguers
   And I bet y'all ain't gettin' no bush either
   And I bet y'all ain't gettin' no a-hoop either
   (Ad libs)

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