"Higher" lyrics
Conway The Machine & Conductor Williams Lyrics
[Shots Almigh:]
Yeah, mm hm
Look, uh huh
I catch a rat, back out my gat
And smack him right in his koofy
They chase, be interviewing niggas like VLAD do with Boosie, I'm Gucci
Never had much, just my pen and my loosie (Uh huh)
Used to shop at GAP, now I rock a milli or poochie
I graduated from the block, wasn't no cap or no gown
Clip, whole thirty two, pile rent through these towns
Kick in the door then up the pole to make you get on the ground
My dawg said he needed food, he had the licks for the brown
Fly out to Cali for the packs to get them shipped to the town
I told a ho to join the circus 'cause these bitches is clowns
It ain't tricking if you got it, so I told her the shot
But before you get this pap', you gotta give me some top
She the type to get up on you then she send me the drop
Free bro, he got more years than a millennium got, game
[Conway the Machine:]
Cherry bong Bentley, Terry cloth Fendis (Uh huh)
My bitch a ten piece, pussy strawberry scentley (Woo!)
You see how I'm doing these shows, having shit in a frenzy?
Putting on my niggas locked up, sentences lengthy (Free my niggas)
Watch how much money the tour bring us (Uh huh)
Neck crazy on some Busta shit, the Cuban link, four fingers (Hahaha, nigga)
And the bracelet match
Leaving the hard-rock racing backs
You niggas can't relate to that (Cap)
Conductor made the batch, I couldn't wait to snap (Uh huh)
Tell 'em it's getting spooky, nigga, Jason back (Machine, nigga)
Chef'ing in Hell's Kitchen, where my apron at?
Air baking max, max popping like bacon fat
Bag coming in
Big bag coming in (It's coming in)
I want all my niggas to win, facts
[Shots Almigh:]
Maybach truck, the dashboard look like a spaceship
Count the million dollars, cash, got me stuck in The Matrix
Had to give 'em closed casket, draco give 'em a facelift
Like a nigga broke his head, we ain't nothing to play with
Maybach truck, the dashboard look like a spaceship
(Conductor)
Count the million dollars, cash, got me stuck in The Matrix
Had to give 'em closed casket, draco give 'em a facelift
Like a nigga broke his head, we ain't nothing to play with, nigga
Yeah, mm hm
Look, uh huh
I catch a rat, back out my gat
And smack him right in his koofy
They chase, be interviewing niggas like VLAD do with Boosie, I'm Gucci
Never had much, just my pen and my loosie (Uh huh)
Used to shop at GAP, now I rock a milli or poochie
I graduated from the block, wasn't no cap or no gown
Clip, whole thirty two, pile rent through these towns
Kick in the door then up the pole to make you get on the ground
My dawg said he needed food, he had the licks for the brown
Fly out to Cali for the packs to get them shipped to the town
I told a ho to join the circus 'cause these bitches is clowns
It ain't tricking if you got it, so I told her the shot
But before you get this pap', you gotta give me some top
She the type to get up on you then she send me the drop
Free bro, he got more years than a millennium got, game
[Conway the Machine:]
Cherry bong Bentley, Terry cloth Fendis (Uh huh)
My bitch a ten piece, pussy strawberry scentley (Woo!)
You see how I'm doing these shows, having shit in a frenzy?
Putting on my niggas locked up, sentences lengthy (Free my niggas)
Watch how much money the tour bring us (Uh huh)
Neck crazy on some Busta shit, the Cuban link, four fingers (Hahaha, nigga)
And the bracelet match
Leaving the hard-rock racing backs
You niggas can't relate to that (Cap)
Conductor made the batch, I couldn't wait to snap (Uh huh)
Tell 'em it's getting spooky, nigga, Jason back (Machine, nigga)
Chef'ing in Hell's Kitchen, where my apron at?
Air baking max, max popping like bacon fat
Bag coming in
Big bag coming in (It's coming in)
I want all my niggas to win, facts
[Shots Almigh:]
Maybach truck, the dashboard look like a spaceship
Count the million dollars, cash, got me stuck in The Matrix
Had to give 'em closed casket, draco give 'em a facelift
Like a nigga broke his head, we ain't nothing to play with
Maybach truck, the dashboard look like a spaceship
(Conductor)
Count the million dollars, cash, got me stuck in The Matrix
Had to give 'em closed casket, draco give 'em a facelift
Like a nigga broke his head, we ain't nothing to play with, nigga
Writer(s): Demond Price, Denzel Williams
