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most high - rome streetz & futurewave lyrics

[intro]
(none of the scenes in this program were staged)

[verse 1]
ayo, no church in a while n*gga 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 k!ll sh*t 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 jumpsuits to gucci downed at photo shoots, foldin’ loot off how my vocals move
what the f*ck 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 n*ggas now i don’t give a f*ck
[chorus]
i don’t know anymore (i don’t know)
if it’s an angel or a devil at my door (what the f*ck is that?)
i’m hearing voices that i know (what the f*ck?)
telling me lies frontin’ like it’s true (shut the f*ck 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 n*gga keep the bl!cky 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 f*ck is that?)
i’m hearing voices that i know (what the f*ck?)
telling me lies frontin’ like it’s true (shut the f*ck 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 n*gga keep the bl!cky close by (bap, bap, bap)
on me, on me, oh my my

[verse 2]
check, check
all a n*gga know is get dollars i don’t honor the drama
or trick knowledge all that’s bullsh*t 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 (f*ck 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 n*ggas weak slime my level is ninety*nine
i do them devils dirty tryna dance with the god divine
ima icon see n*ggas 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, motherf*cker
[chorus]
i don’t know anymore (i don’t know)
if it’s an angel or a devil at my door (what the f*ck is that?)
i’m hearing voices that i know (what the f*ck?)
telling me lies frontin’ like it’s true (shut the f*ck 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 n*gga keep the bl!cky 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 f*ck is that?)
i’m hearing voices that i know (what the f*ck?)
telling me lies frontin’ like it’s true (shut the f*ck 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 n*gga keep the bl!cky close by (bap, bap, bap)
on me, on me, oh my my

- rome streetz futurewave lyrics

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