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aim high - childish major lyrics

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[pre-hook]
yeah, yeah
i need the first cl-ss window
i never seen n-body fightin’ for middle
i done seen a n-gg- that’s to tired to get up
grab a cup of water, he couldn’t tent what hiccup
cool, calm vibe, [?]
c4 [?] we bouta blow right, right, right
man, sleep your whole life away that sh-t like suicide
but who am i?

[hook]
look i’ve been workin’ on myself
discipline, do or die, do or die, do or die
how the h-ll you gon’ hit if you shooting low
aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high
aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high

[verse 1]
they swear this sh-t ain’t poppin’ in the carolinas
i’m at barber with a shawty, shoot at every lineup
i ain’t never seen a million i’m on full throttle
yeah, deposits i like it
the same hands that get handouts you fight with
you gotta say whatchu meaning when you don’t like sh-t
ay, i used to be the n-gg- not controlling the vibe
they gotta see a leader when they look in my eyes (yeah)
i gotta make this sh-t change (sh-t change)
i ain’t get up out the feels just to pump fake
grab plates because you know that we divide pies
four ways finna jump up on the price tag
road rage, soon enough you get fed up playing all day
you gotta add work, you’ve been prayin’ all day
and never trust a hoe who be layin’ all day

[pre-hook]
yeah, yeah
i need the first cl-ss window
i never seen n-body fightin’ for middle
i done seen a n-gg- that’s to tired to get up
grab a cup of water, he couldn’t tent what hiccup
cool, calm vibe, [?]
c4 [?] we bouta blow right, right, right
man, sleep your whole life away that sh-t like suicide
but who am i?

[hook]
look i’ve been workin’ on myself
discipline, do or die, do or die, do or die
[?], aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high
aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high

[verse 2]
ay
you gotta watch these hoes, hoes [?]
fine -ss hoes with the platine
seen that -ss on the grammys
seen the same -ss in person
and honestly it’s way fatter
truth be told her friend better
truth be told you got a girl at home, on hold it don’t matter
oh my god look where your hands is
oh my god, ouh you nasty
oh my god, she’s a savage

[outro]
oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

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