Higher – feat. Playboy Tre – C

B.o.B. :
You may not know my name,
But by the time I leave you’ll
Remember the B to the O to the B
And every single dot that’s in between.
And every time I hop up in the scene,
I’m feeling like I’m better than before.
I’m ready for whatever,
If you feel me let me know,
Cuz I just wanna flow.
I got up in this game trying to prove that I’m better than before,
But I don’t even sweat it anymore.
I get up in the zone,
as I coast,
As I take flight,
Gravity better hold me tight.
Your relativity don’t mow me right.
On every single kick, every snare, every line
Please don’t compare niggas to me cuz I’m hell on the mic.
I’m down for the gamble like a red pair of dice,
You scared of the fight,
When you lay down and prepare for the night,
I’ll be in the air on the flight.
I don’t even care with the time
High in the days of my mind.
Every single face that’ll say ‘hey Bobby Ray’
I say ‘Hi’.
You’re living the craziest life,
In a pair of shades ima bathe in a spot like Rays
Making every nightclub jump like raves,
Braves, braves,
Home of the Braves,
Eastside Atlanta that’s where I stay

Chorus (B.o.B.) :
I’ll take you higher
Higher than you’ve ever been
See things you never thought,
You thought would never exist
Higher, higher than you’ve ever been
Where we go we won’t fall
We’ll stay there
Cuz there’s a place
With no walls
It’s been ages
Since we’ve gone
Get away
So long
Levitate
Higher than you’ve ever been, higher

Playboy Tre:
Yeah, what am I to tell you streets
Never gave a drunk number the Devil’s shot of Hen
Couple friends and a Benz
Do a couple years come home
Yeah, let a nigga locked up again, man
Calls on the phone, nigga with the biz
God damn y’all doing your thang
If life is a game, Tre,
Play that shit for your folk come home with the ring, champs
Do it for the hood, do it for the camp
Pass one let a nigga do it for the stamps
Do it for the deck till there ain’t none left
Beat a bitch back like a trunk full of amps
Trunk full of amps? Trunk full of amps
Posted up drunk on the street like lamps
Everybody high but a word to the wise
Don’t try my clique cuz they might get amped
So this for my niggas locked up who call
Said they want beats and the show’s on the wall
You know every time that I hit that stage
I don’t do it for myself man I do it for us all
This for my niggas locked up who right
Take it through you trying to live my life
Fuck what they say nigga get your pay
They wanna go high so watch me fly
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Chorus

Bridge (B.o.B.) :
Higher, higher than you’ve ever been
Higher, higher
Higher, higher than you’ve ever been
Higher, higher

Prince CyHi:
Ok… Higher than you’ve ever been
Just when you won’t find a better medicine
Now I highly recommend that
You smoke it in the suite
That’s a world gotta go and see it with your friend
Police at the door, I will never let them in
Everyday I wake up and try to set a trend
Thomas Edison will envy what I invent
Now I’m in a country that you’ve never been
Huh… Netherlands
Do more in the music better let them in
I don’t know too many niggas better then
Prince CyHi so who want a better Benz?
Vanilla, oil your skin,
Big booty bitch, call her Evelyn
Vegetarian when it comes to the green
Get your dog shot like a veterinarian
Ha… tool in the seat,
Fly young nigga keep it cool in the heat
Comin’ to the farmer cuz I’m used to the beef
Got more soul than the shoes on your feet
Still a nigga free then I move it to the East
She finally your girl and she keep the batiste
She said she gotta man, what you doing with a geek
Fuck him baby come and chill with the heat

Chorus

Bun B:
Feelin so dandy, comin out candy
Creepin on green in the clean lat
Go jump in his lap with your seatbelt on
Then adjust your position and lean back
Guess who? Bun B and B O B
And we be all about them greenbacks
And we ain’t farmin no lemurs
And no lean thugs and we mean that
Represent, lone star state
And kush city, home of the Astros
Where them boys on the push
Smokin on kush and a cigar
Straight from Castro
We in the kitchen makin all them fires
Gettin that dough without having to pass Go
And if you in the way of me and BoB
Gettin this pay we gonna let your ass know
That we the chosen, why you in time frozen
We goin straight ahead saying he ain’t this and he ain’t that
And he can’t rap but man fuck what a hater said
I keep on rollin like a whole tire
With a bad broad out of vogue, fire
Underground team go to my empire
Cuz they might be happy to take you higher

Chorus

Bridge