Most High by TheTrill Lyrics
[Jay eFF]
Yeah I'm all bout commas
And fucking a couple daughters
Blowing steam off like sonas
And she be stripping like she ain't got a father
Play my shit for a ho
Good kid broke city that's my story
We finna do them platinum digits
Killed alotta beats like my name 40
Snap back on a killer
Pop a cap in ya back better back track fuck nigga
Man a rap track like a sinner
Kill that shit with them nwa scriptures
Coming for the mafucking top
Repping my city joburg non stop,on the block
Motherfuckers hating,talking bout how they motherfucking been handling that Glock
Ain't no love ,to any fake bitch frontin
And I always stay stunting,god dam these niggas still ain't nothin
If she fall in love I tell that bitch get up
I ain't bout set ups,but we can work out a quick fuck
Hook:
[The Boy]
Most high we the highness
With the flyness
And timeless timepieces
Verses Jesus pieces
Righteous caprices
I'm the motherfuckin reason
For the rain/reign of killing in this game
I'm Never sentimental
Flow never accidental
Flossin and I ain't talkin bout no dental
Isolated from society
Cause these bars got me locked up
I see the unseen
The Glock cocked for some rocs love
Talk to god on a daily basis
But I feel my chains chassis
Dislocated from the right places
Sick with it
Shit I ain't got no gimmicks
Verse an Army of lyrics
Transcended all these insecurities Evaporated
Vibrations and manipulations
This is food for thought
But you niggas washing dishes
With yo bitches
Yeah I'm all bout commas
And fucking a couple daughters
Blowing steam off like sonas
And she be stripping like she ain't got a father
Play my shit for a ho
Good kid broke city that's my story
We finna do them platinum digits
Killed alotta beats like my name 40
Snap back on a killer
Pop a cap in ya back better back track fuck nigga
Man a rap track like a sinner
Kill that shit with them nwa scriptures
Coming for the mafucking top
Repping my city joburg non stop,on the block
Motherfuckers hating,talking bout how they motherfucking been handling that Glock
Ain't no love ,to any fake bitch frontin
And I always stay stunting,god dam these niggas still ain't nothin
If she fall in love I tell that bitch get up
I ain't bout set ups,but we can work out a quick fuck
Hook:
[The Boy]
Most high we the highness
With the flyness
And timeless timepieces
Verses Jesus pieces
Righteous caprices
I'm the motherfuckin reason
For the rain/reign of killing in this game
I'm Never sentimental
Flow never accidental
Flossin and I ain't talkin bout no dental
Isolated from society
Cause these bars got me locked up
I see the unseen
The Glock cocked for some rocs love
Talk to god on a daily basis
But I feel my chains chassis
Dislocated from the right places
Sick with it
Shit I ain't got no gimmicks
Verse an Army of lyrics
Transcended all these insecurities Evaporated
Vibrations and manipulations
This is food for thought
But you niggas washing dishes
With yo bitches