Rome Streetz, Futurewave - Most High lyrics

(None of the scenes in
This program were staged)

Ayo, no church in a while
Nigga the religion is thuggin'
Learn somethin'
Fools despise wisdom and instruction
Better look out or die bring shaky
Vibes just know we clutchin'
Shoot the thought right out of your
Mind and keep it pushin'
Homicide in Brooklyn fire in my eye cookin'
Made it out the mud thanks to all these scams
And drugs I found solid ground for my footing
Magazine covers check out how
My good side lookin'
All the fiends love us they
Buy whatever vibe I'm pushin'
I kill shit don't do no idolizing
I looked your idol in the eyе after
I iced him don't find it surprising


Out for the prizе and the pot
That the gold reside in
Cops come mouth closed no describin'
Hold it the only option
I went from jail jumpsuit's to
Gucci downed at photo shoots
Foldin' loot off how my vocals move
What the fuck you think I'm supposed to do?
My stock rise worldwide your below my shoe
Still the local yute
Started with a small spark I had
To blow the vision up
We on fire stylin' on niggas now
I don't give a fuck

I don't know anymore (I don't know)
If It's an angel or a devil at my door
(What the fuck is that?)
I'm hearing voices that I know
(What the fuck?)
Telling me lies frontin' like It's true
(Shut the fuck up)
But I'm made in the image of the most high
(Yeah) any weapon that you bring
Against me gon' die (Ya' dead)
Know a nigga keep the blicky close by
(Bap, Bap, Bap) on me, on me, oh my my
I don't know anymore (I don't know)
If It's an angel or a devil at my door
(What the fuck is that?)
I'm hearing voices that I know
(What the fuck?)
Telling me lies frontin' like It's true
(Shut the fuck up)
But I'm made in the image of the most high
(Yeah) any weapon that you bring
Against me gon' die (Ya' dead)
Know a nigga keep the blicky close by
(Bap, Bap, Bap) on me, on me, oh my my

Check, check all a nigga know is get dollars
I don't honor the drama
Or trick knowledge all that's bullshit
It's strictly big pockets and
Sig shots for the opps
That's envy eye watching
They sideline no game time
Just ridin' the pons
When I slide It's Columbine
The Gosha trench coat mafia
I'll body ya for a dollar sign
You sold your soul your name
Wrote on the dotted line
I need all mine dolo no outside
Hands in this pot of mine (fuck outta here)
Made it through the darkness
Now I gotta shine
Wasn't no handouts just grams hand to
Hand and a lot of crime
All you niggas weak slime
My level is ninety-nine
I do them devils dirty tryna
Dance with the god divine
Ima icon see niggas try to
Copy the art design
They all unoriginal marks who
I regard as Swine
Pork eaters order bad broad
Adore the lords features
I'm in rare form this what you call ether
Motherfucker

I don't know anymore (I don't know)
If It's an angel or a devil at my door
(What the fuck is that?)
I'm hearing voices that I know
(What the fuck?)
Telling me lies frontin' like It's true
(Shut the fuck up)
But I'm made in the image of the most high
(Yeah) any weapon that you bring
Against me gon' die (Ya' dead)
Know a nigga keep the blicky close by
(Bap, Bap, Bap) on me, on me, oh my my
I don't know anymore (I don't know)
If It's an angel or a devil at my door
(What the fuck is that?)
I'm hearing voices that I know
(What the fuck?)
Telling me lies frontin' like It's true
(Shut the fuck up)
But I'm made in the image of the most high
(Yeah) any weapon that you bring
Against me gon' die (Ya' dead)
Know a nigga keep the blicky close by
(Bap, Bap, Bap) on me, on me, oh my my

I don't know anymore (I don't know)
If It's an angel or a devil at my door
(What the fuck is that?)
I'm hearing voices that I know
(What the fuck?)
Telling me lies frontin' like It's true
(Shut the fuck up)
But I'm made in the image of the most high
(Yeah) any weapon that you bring
Against me gon' die (Ya' dead)
Know a nigga keep the blicky close by
(Bap, Bap, Bap) on me, on me, oh my my
I don't know anymore (I don't know)
If It's an angel or a devil at my door
(What the fuck is that?)
I'm hearing voices that I know
(What the fuck?)
Telling me lies frontin' like It's true
(Shut the fuck up)
But I'm made in the image of the most high
(Yeah) any weapon that you bring
Against me gon' die (Ya' dead)
Know a nigga keep the blicky close by
(Bap, Bap, Bap) on me, on me, oh my my