Emilio Rojas, Freeway - High Level Shit lyrics

Freeway [Philly Freezer]

[Emilio Rojas, Freeway - High Level Shit lyrics]

I’m into cruisin' with bitches
That’s into booze
And they interested in tattoos
And they smellin' like there’s a brewery
That’s slipped into they perfume
And I love it
I’m into trouble, it ain’t around
I’mma seek it out i’m like a cutter
I feel alive when I’m bleedin' out
I’m sittin' down to do business
I got chancletas on
Naked broads dance at the meetings
I’m finna smang ‘em all
I leave my kids in the tissue
They wipe they make-up on
And if your mama raised a good girl
Your mama raised you wrong
My faith is gone, now all
I believe in is money
Money and money and money
Should I repeat it? Money
If what you see's what you get
Then it ain’t a secret
You ain’t never gon’ be shit
Why? You never seen shit i ain’t facetious
I mean that I’m needin' lump sums
‘Cause, I’mma give my kids the trust
Issues that come trust funds
These bitches see goin' down on
Me like a come-up
Wantin' all them problems money can
Buy except the drug ones i’m done runnin'
That don’t mean I’m done runnin' shit
I could take a break for a half
And let you catch up a bit
Just wait, just wait a second man, any cash
I’mma double it
Until my album budget’s like petty
Cash in the government
I'll be album workin' like
Halliburton was frontin' it
And you can tell I’m eatin'
I’m out stuntin' with chubby chicks
I don’t wanna answer your calls
Send me a fuckin' text
‘Cause, I be cuttin' you off
If you ain’t cuttin' checks
We doin' high level shit, money in the clip
Runnin' down that paper while you
Cuffin' on your bitch
And we don't give a damn where
You from or who you with
Hell no, we on that high level shit
We doin' high level shit, money in the clip
Runnin' down that paper while you
Cuffin' on your bitch
And we don't give a damn where
You from or who you with
Hell no, we on that high level shit

This is high level with sky
Level with my bezel
Courtesy of rollie big face
Shit takes MC’s light years to
Get on my level
Bring Superman down to earth
Get they shit quaked
We make hit songs, y’all hit brakes
Hit the pause button
Better wonder, shots random
Squeeze the cannon
Hear the thunder fastbreak
Y’all niggas skate like the law comin'
Different Strokes, Phillip Drummond
Different dough, hood shit
Richard Poe, jump out the Lambo when
The Lambo keep runnin'
And your bitch never frontin'
She always told me it’s a go
Maybe it’s the dough or maybe it’s the flow
If so, may me make them hoes go crazy
Tell ‘em sah pah saviv
‘Cause your boy so Haiti
All that means that I’m survivin'
All that means I’m still mobbin'
After a natural disaster
I’m still ready for action
Shout out to Bronson if you see As-Salamu
When you see me, salute me
Not a kink in my armor
It’s weird how my mama think I’mma a rap star
But, I’mma part time pipe bomber, teem early
So I’m restin' in the night
Hours, get broke, move coke, white power

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