The Game - Higher Ft. Jay Electronica lyrics

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] Y'all ready for this? I need y'all to put your lighters up like this [Verse 1: Game] Guess who in the building, send New York a fax Tell 'em I'm rollin' chronic up with Jay Electronica Tell 'em it's (Game time!), yeah let 'em know son I've been swiss cheesing beats since ‘01 I put the Range in the Rov, the 6 in the hundred Stay blunted n***a I gets money You n***as just spittin' to get cars and cop cribs Can I live? Drive that bullsh** off a bridge With a Jesus piece under my polo Entourage, never that, now I ride solo Roll up backwoods and smoke with finesse, yes! I said a prayer then I took off my vest Now I'm walking with disciples, fully-loaded rifles Back on the top like I'm sittin' on the Eiffel Tower I devour MC's I'm dope aka a hundred keys [Hook: Swizz Beatz] Put ya drinks in the air and get Higher, higher, higher, higher Put ya drinks in the air and get Higher, higher, higher, higher Game and Swizz in here we get Higher, higher, higher, higher Put your hands in the air and get Higher, higher, higher, higher [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] Nas already told you The rap game is like the crack game, cut throat You got to pull your own weight n***a, tug-boat I'm out West now bangin' with the Game and them California top shelf kush to the cranium One love, one blood, the legend is real Word to @Iamdiddy, the President Seal Has been stamped and approved We rock every crowd, you get trampled and booed It's the phantom of the chakra, slum dog opera Rap Radar, Nah Right, Okayplayer mosh up Everything was all good just a week ago What happened to your clique, n***a, where your people go? I got a message for you homie, let your people know We got the game locked down from Inglewood to Tupelo Jay ElecYarmulke and Westside Red Breaking bread like black kings, f** what you said [Hook] x2