SeVen1 - Higher lyrics
rate me(Intro)
Cross my heart
Let her rest
(Verse)
All still. Love and war
Ain't nothing feel
My city poor
Bright lights
Missed ave's
Twelve blocks down
Girl killed for a band
The shit was fake
These niggas faker
God bless the dead
I hope the Lord take her
My cousin just came home from prison
Tryna put me on
To Mr. Hoover and his business
Still practice my fine peas
While striving through the struggle
These shawtyz is fucked up
They kill, but no hustle
The med gettin' payed
Teachers gettin' layed
With 59, can't take a day off
But I just wanna fly away
In the same shit that yay hay
To move south like yay did
Put me on the radio, I go yay man
But I got yay on me
Hiding yay, homie
I got daemons, skeletons in my closet
If money talks, confront this verse, use the profit
What yo' life like, nigga, mine's is real
East Side soldier, feel
Pocket town shit, fo' real
My Benny Remont on coke, if I tell 'er
She'll crack fo' real
Imagine how the fuck that feel
Real shit
I need to take a flight and chill, just go
(Hook)
Flying high in the friendly sky
Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no
Rest of the folks are tired and weary
Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down
(Verse)
All we wanted was a warzone blaze
A rare thng chick and a way to get payed
My homie hit the lick while we hit twelve grade
He got hit from the straight and his new Escalade
He ride the wrong nigga, at least, that's what I heard
From a closed casket, the shit was absurd
Baby momma cryn, OG rip it
Brother in the kitchen, tryna stretch it like pimpin'
I just missed a vision, we had it up the chose
I cant even eat
I miss my fucking homeboy
(???) see he's beating
And wrap this shit more than songs
Doin' morally right, the fucking morals are gone
Granny say I'm a sinner, but still fixin' my plate
My China married the money, but she ain't saving a day
But my lines never lack conviction, never rap with fiction
Hopefully, you understand my mission, I tell again
(Hook)
Flying high in the friendly sky
Flying high without ever leavin' the ground, no
Rest of the folks are tired and weary
Oh Lord, and have laid their bodies down
