"High Off Life Freestyle" lyrics
I'm back with another High Off Life freestyle, we ain't gon' waste no time
Yessir
I got JZAC in the building with us right now
Let's run it
High Off Life, let's do it, baby
I came to fuck this shit up, man, simple as that
No illusions, this ain't a magic trick in a hat
Some fiend shit, I've been itching to rap
I got loads of ammunition, you would think I kept a stick in the back
I got some accolades, yeah, I'm thinking bigger than that (Mm)
Bigger than Yao and bigger than Shaq
The new crib need to make the old one feel like I done lived in a shack (Haha)
Don't you dare think that I'ma let it slip through the cracks
I just hit a feature, made, like, two more Gs (Come on)
It's JZAC, but I should add a few more Zs
The way they sleeping on my name it's a shame, fuck it
Blizz looking over me, it's RIP to Bucket
And it's RIP to Pop Smoke
But way before him, I used to sit and watch Pops smoke
Parents arguing, but I was busy watching Matt and Jeff Hardy off the top rope
How you gonna look me in my eyes and say I'm not dope? (Come on)
Really? Like Tha Carter III song, I need to make me a milli
I used to think that we was rich when Moms would take me to Chili's
I was humble young, so being broke, it ain't my Achilles
I'm telling you now, you gotta go and trust me, I'm down (Talk to 'em)
'Til we laughing to the bank, sound like Krusty the Clown (Haha)
I should get a turn wearing that, chuck me the crown
I just threw this verse together, this me fucking around
Look, I could do another one, then I'll do another one
I'll let you decide if it's better than my other one
People meet me twice, and they think because I'm nice
They could call me what I call my mother's other son, nah
Head down 'til the family up
Fake shit, hold up, where? Nah, can't be us
Used to beg for a raise, now I'm tryna get a plaque that I could raise
Like I'm holding up the Stanley Cup, wooh!
I'm here now, hi, took me a sec, damn
Look at me going rookie to vet
I just kick it with my girl, she in a hoodie and sweats
We had the Champagne dry, but the pussy was wet, look
I ain't got jewels or no fancy cars, and I
Couldn't even tell you that's an Aston Martin
No shame tryna ask for bargains
Know my name ring bells from New Hampshire to [?]
And Atlanta of course
Shoutout High Off Life
I'm feeling good, man
Ooh, JZAC, let's go
I'm just, I'm just warming up though, trust me
Talk your shit, man
We ain't done here, let's bring the thing back (Come on)
I just made the plan, now watch the thing hatch (Come on)
I got my eyes on it like a Ring cam
No funny shit, but shoutout to the homie King Bach
These young kids ain't playing cops and robbers
They really pull up on they block with choppers
Shoot you full of shells looking like pots of pasta
Shit's crazy, it's not the mantra, it's a cold world
I gotta tell the truth, you gotta trust Jerry (Yeah)
I don't make memes, these women wanna fuck Jerry (Uh)
Real life, they probably couldn't tell you what it feel like
I'm seeing through the dark like automobile lights
Doors closed on me and I've been turned down
I did free work for years like an intern, wow
I guess it paid off, look at how this shit turned out
That's what happens when you ten toes down, motherfucker
Nitty-gritty, moving through the city, get my cash right
I was at the bar and spending all my money last night (Haha)
Influencers trick you like they live a crazy fast life
But barely could afford to turn they gas light off, hmm
Every move is like a pivotal point, my fans invested like digital coins
And it only grows bigger when another individual joins
Quit playing, man, I'm killing these boys, true story
Ooo, JZAC
True story
True story!
Ayy
Woo!
We only want the best up here
The illest that you ever wrote (Mm), the realest that you wrote, man
Yessir
I got JZAC in the building with us right now
Let's run it
High Off Life, let's do it, baby
I came to fuck this shit up, man, simple as that
No illusions, this ain't a magic trick in a hat
Some fiend shit, I've been itching to rap
I got loads of ammunition, you would think I kept a stick in the back
I got some accolades, yeah, I'm thinking bigger than that (Mm)
Bigger than Yao and bigger than Shaq
The new crib need to make the old one feel like I done lived in a shack (Haha)
Don't you dare think that I'ma let it slip through the cracks
I just hit a feature, made, like, two more Gs (Come on)
It's JZAC, but I should add a few more Zs
The way they sleeping on my name it's a shame, fuck it
Blizz looking over me, it's RIP to Bucket
And it's RIP to Pop Smoke
But way before him, I used to sit and watch Pops smoke
Parents arguing, but I was busy watching Matt and Jeff Hardy off the top rope
How you gonna look me in my eyes and say I'm not dope? (Come on)
Really? Like Tha Carter III song, I need to make me a milli
I used to think that we was rich when Moms would take me to Chili's
I was humble young, so being broke, it ain't my Achilles
I'm telling you now, you gotta go and trust me, I'm down (Talk to 'em)
'Til we laughing to the bank, sound like Krusty the Clown (Haha)
I should get a turn wearing that, chuck me the crown
I just threw this verse together, this me fucking around
Look, I could do another one, then I'll do another one
I'll let you decide if it's better than my other one
People meet me twice, and they think because I'm nice
They could call me what I call my mother's other son, nah
Head down 'til the family up
Fake shit, hold up, where? Nah, can't be us
Used to beg for a raise, now I'm tryna get a plaque that I could raise
Like I'm holding up the Stanley Cup, wooh!
I'm here now, hi, took me a sec, damn
Look at me going rookie to vet
I just kick it with my girl, she in a hoodie and sweats
We had the Champagne dry, but the pussy was wet, look
I ain't got jewels or no fancy cars, and I
Couldn't even tell you that's an Aston Martin
No shame tryna ask for bargains
Know my name ring bells from New Hampshire to [?]
And Atlanta of course
Shoutout High Off Life
I'm feeling good, man
Ooh, JZAC, let's go
I'm just, I'm just warming up though, trust me
Talk your shit, man
We ain't done here, let's bring the thing back (Come on)
I just made the plan, now watch the thing hatch (Come on)
I got my eyes on it like a Ring cam
No funny shit, but shoutout to the homie King Bach
These young kids ain't playing cops and robbers
They really pull up on they block with choppers
Shoot you full of shells looking like pots of pasta
Shit's crazy, it's not the mantra, it's a cold world
I gotta tell the truth, you gotta trust Jerry (Yeah)
I don't make memes, these women wanna fuck Jerry (Uh)
Real life, they probably couldn't tell you what it feel like
I'm seeing through the dark like automobile lights
Doors closed on me and I've been turned down
I did free work for years like an intern, wow
I guess it paid off, look at how this shit turned out
That's what happens when you ten toes down, motherfucker
Nitty-gritty, moving through the city, get my cash right
I was at the bar and spending all my money last night (Haha)
Influencers trick you like they live a crazy fast life
But barely could afford to turn they gas light off, hmm
Every move is like a pivotal point, my fans invested like digital coins
And it only grows bigger when another individual joins
Quit playing, man, I'm killing these boys, true story
Ooo, JZAC
True story
True story!
Ayy
Woo!
We only want the best up here
The illest that you ever wrote (Mm), the realest that you wrote, man
Writer(s): Jerry Zajac, Julian Hecker
