JS Jude - The High lyrics

Verse Up late and im hungry Smokin gave me munchies Bout to eat this one beat Maybe get some lunch meat Put it on a loaf of bread Eat a sandwich go to bed Listen back to what i said When i wake up from dreamin about gettin head From my ex when my semen went into her egg Thats a lesson on the stressin that will come with s** But im blessed cuz i got no kids to give a cent Let a n***a vent/ do this on the daily Do this till you pay me Music for my babies These women take me way to serious As if its just the two of us Never waiting or dating p**y just a daydream Moneys the reality Whats your salary mine is separated when i make it with my mother She just take it cuz i sleep inside her crib Guess to save it ima have to go find a place to live Maybe by bridge and ill shower in a gym Do a couple sets of 10 Go to work and keep a grin Like a g/ still smoke weed And k** dope beats Not talk to police I dont know no things I dont sing im a real rap king If im nice clap twice At a n***a that dont like Who gon fight over music Thats a useless way to lose your life But you can die if my people on my side If not im fried/ like shrimp in the rice But a pimp in the night gonna shine extra bright Ima spotlight/ exposing fraud like behavior My city savior Charles xavier All up in your mind gave your kool aid more flavor Like a pool with mo b**hes I was cool with no b**hes Went to school with ho b**hes that should beg for forgiveness Gwapoz for life Rapping for riches Im cold but no sickness Im murder no witness No risk no reward is the way i view this sh** I wished and ain't get sh** I prayed and got shifted From lazy to ambitious See b**h my hand vicious When it come to writing life scriptures This is ain't a song this the new hitler The next bomb i drop will break the richter Ima moving picture thatll never end Ima dick cuz we can't be friends I ain't rich but ill always spend some to smoke again It could be my last 10 Still will send that text Whats next? space cadet Come her b**h and get wet Let me kiss you on the neck I knew when i talked to you it was nothing but net Net worth 1 ca**ette of my best raps yet Just like when i started cept now im upset Cuz i ain't gettin paid off of anything i made I know i been reppin dade but the streets been paved N im paving new ways to get to a bigger stage Stop let the beat ventilate Going in man my flow penetrate Other rappers still leave some beat on the plate With me i scrape it all beats taste like cheesecake More takes and less space for weak a** debates Im rappin/ shut up/ nobody can retrace my footsteps Let alone keep up with my pace