Higher

They wanna see me down

But I don't touch the ground

I just keep getting

Higher, higher, higher, higher

I ain't coming back to save her

Lately I've been stacking paper

It keep getting

Higher, higher, higher, higher

They used to look down on me

But now they look up to me

I keep getting

Higher, higher, higher, higher

And I don't feel nothing

Until I can't feel nothing

I keep getting

Higher, higher, higher, higher

Yeah

It ain't an option, I have to make it

Got too advanced now it's back to basics

3.5 In the backy, my pack amazing

Keep getting higher, job applications

Shorty tripping, had to let my bitch go

Cop the Rollie just to let my wrist glow

Got some cookies and it's not Nabisco

My day one fans still copping this tho

Still got balls, I ain't talking disco

Or you could cop tees, I ain't talking brisco

No ice cream but my road was rocky

Playing with sticks, we ain't known for hockey

They hope to stop me, I hope they win though

My trap don't close like broken windows

Watch my soul rise, I want the whole pie

I see the truth even with closed eyes

Ask no questions, I'll tell you no lies

Look out, I'm sick, like e-coli

I get so high, I pray I don't die

Time is passing, watch it go by

Got this oil, keep me so fried

Seen the least, now I need the yeast

Little flour, now watch my dough rise

Kick the door in, left my fam in

We been eating, what the fuck is famine?

Got the white girl, she's about to tan it

Bringing bandits from being a bandit

Used to be in the projects, bout to be in the Hamptons

On top now though I can't complain

Leave em wet, let it burn like acid rain

Sometimes I wish I never had the fame

Still get high just to pass the pain

Higher, higher, higher, higher

I ain't coming back to save her

Lately I've been stacking paper

It keep getting

Higher, higher, higher, higher

They used to look down on me

But now they look up to me

I keep getting

Higher, higher, higher, higher

And I don't feel nothing

Until I can't feel nothing

I keep getting

Higher, higher, higher, higher

Cookies, gushers, OG

You know that I got options

I just smoked the whole thing

Riding round and hotboxing

I still need a bong a day

You should know that Johnny blaze

Hotter with my shades on

I'm feeling like Johnny Cage

Shows out of state, need wedding cake

Everywhere we book now

Lately I've been getting so high

That I'm scared to look down

They said that I'll never make it

I told them I swear we could now

It's still fuck the law, lighting up

Anywhere we could now

I keep getting higher

I ain't never peaking yet

Always got that fire

You should know my weed the best

Got my haters sour

They still can't believe it yet

They hope I expire

Mad I ain't quit breathing yet

Still remember smoking dirt

No point in reminding me

Show me what you smoking first

Gotta be that 93

Came from the dirt

Now the top's where you find a G

They mad that I'm higher

Than everything they tryna be

Higher, higher, higher, higher

I ain't coming back to save her

Lately I've been stacking paper

It keep getting

Higher, higher, higher, higher

They used to look down on me

But now they look up to me

I keep getting

Higher, higher, higher, higher

And I don't feel nothing

Until I can't feel nothing

I keep getting

Higher, higher, higher, higher