Notice Me prod draven1k & ceeto

Too High Profile

Sky's The Limit

@knownghost1k


[Intro]
It's not even you, it's me
It's not you, it's me 


[Chorus]
It's not you, it's me
I got levels that I gotta reach
I got goals that I gotta achieve, yeah
It's not you, it's me
It's not you, it's me
It's not you, it's me
It's not you, it's me
There's shit that I wanna be
Levels, that I gotta reach
Goals, that I gotta achieve 
She think I'm going crazy
I told that bitch that I'm focused
I told that bitch I'm awoken 


[Verse]
I told that bitch that we over
I want the track, not the rover 
I told that bitch, bust it open
I think she mad I'm awoken
Ain't no witness, but I feel like Jehova
I'm smoking on gas, and I'm floating
Too much money, I been holding
Too many pistols, I'm toting
Tunnel vision, can't live in the moment
Man, I got way too much motion
I been swimming with the sharks in the ocean
So I can't even tell you where I'm going
You better come get your bitch, cause she hoeing
Yeah, it's my time when it's snowing
My slime poured up a purple potion 
Balenci' my sweater, not Rick Owens
My grandma told me that I'm growing
My bitch said why you ignoring 
So high I might nod off, but I'm never snoring
And the money it never get boring
In a big body cat, hit the gas and I'm flooring
Tryn' fuck a bitch on a PJ while I'm touring 
She up in the club shaking ass, yeah she throwing
We upping the score in the field, yeah we scoring


[Chorus]
It's not you, it's me
I got levels that I gotta reach
I got goals that I gotta achieve, yeah
It's not you, it's me
It's not you, it's me
It's not you, it's me
It's not you, it's me
There's shit that I wanna be
Levels, that I gotta reach
Goals, that I gotta achieve 
She think I'm going crazy
I told that bitch that I'm focused
I told that bitch I'm awoken


Produced by Barkonten, Bradxday, & Cacija

INYIM prod bark

@knownghost1k


[Chorus]
I see the money, I see the riches 
I can't help myself
I see the vision, I gotta mission
Ain't asking for help 
I gotta chop, I gotta stick 
Play, you goin' to hell 
I gotta shooter, he in the cut
But don't call 12
If they catch for the shit that I did
There won't be no bail 
She just found out that I ain't human 
She don't know what I am
Mark Cuban, the way I'm selling these drugs
Come get you a gram


[Verse 1]
Everytime she begging for the dick and I give it, she gonna yell 
Everytime I drive so fast, she fall to her knees and she melt 
Yeah, I put wedding cake up in this blunt, she like how it smell
Uhh, I could tell who real and who gon' tell
Yeah, bro just hopped out the whip, he ready to catch a body
Uhh, that ain't regular water bitch, I heard you sipping on molly
Been the one and I been on this shit, you could go check the stats
Way ahead of my time, yeah I'm the one doing laps
Ghost like Usain Bolt, cause I'm doin' track


[Chorus]
I see the money, I see the riches 
I can't help myself
I see the vision, I gotta mission
Ain't asking for help 
I gotta chop, I gotta stick 
Play, you goin' to hell 
I gotta shooter, he in the cut
But don't call 12
If they catch for the shit that I did
There won't be no bail 
She just found out that I ain't human 
She don't know what I am
Mark Cuban, the way I'm selling these drugs
Come get you a gram


[Verse 2]
Bruh just put a Patek on his wrist, you know how it go 
Yeah, I'm so focused, I can't trip bout no fuckin' ho
Yeah, bitch just found out I'm the one, but she gon' keep that shit on the low
I'm in a striker now, yeah, I come strike you down 
My shooter keep 100 rounds
Bitch you could bet on me
Bitch you could bet on me
I told you, I'm goin up now
I told you, I'm goin up now
Can't go out like no fuckin' ho, I'm keeping a draco 
Send that drop, get that drop, and you better lay low 


[Chorus]
I see the money, I see the riches 
I can't help myself
I see the vision, I gotta mission
Ain't asking for help 
I gotta chop, I gotta stick 
Play, you goin' to hell 
I gotta shooter, he in the cut
But don't call 12
If they catch for the shit that I did
There won't be no bail 
She just found out that I ain't human 
She don't know what I am
Mark Cuban, the way I'm selling these drugs
Come get you a gram


Produced by Hecto

Vision prod hecto

@knowghost1k


[Hook]
Third eye open
Gotta thank God that I woke up 
Cut a bitch off
Gotta thank God that I woke up
Yeah, I'm posted up in the trap,
I'm still selling drugs
Pints of wok, and act, and tris, 
It's all in the mud


[Verse 1]
My pockets getting too fat, so I'm moving slow like slug
The bitch she started acting weird, so I had to cut her off
All my white boys shooters or addicts, yeah you could catch 'em sipping on tuss
And most my guys be swiping, they get the log and they loading it up 
Double D's on this bitch, I'm talkin' bout the 100 round drum
Ain't no faking this lifestyle I live, yeah I don't do this shit for no fun
What's the motto? Get rich or die tryin', yeah that's the only


[Bridge]
Yeah, you know that shit the only motto I could live by for real
She like "so what you get money, that just make you a rich addict"
But I told that bitch "I got it under control, so don't even panic"


[Hook]
Third eye open
Gotta thank God that I woke up 
Cut a bitch off
Gotta thank God that I woke up
Yeah, I'm posted up in the trap,
I'm still selling drugs
Pints of wok, and act, and tris, 
It's all in the mud


[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah, what you know bout that? 
Yeah, what you know bout that?
Really up, feel me
A-A lotta, lotta these motherfuckers can't feel me, you feel me? 
Yeah
"When you dont be texting me back, I be listening to your music"


Produced by Lorenzo

Thank God prod lorenzo

@knownghost1k


[Hook]
Can't believe we made it this far, bae look at the stars
Can't believe we made it this far, bae look at the stars
Can't believe we made it this far
Can't believe we made it this far
Yeah, can't believe we made it this far
Yeah, can't believe we made it this far


[Verse 1]
I got bands in my jeans, baby 
I got racks all on me, baby 
We drive fast whips so you know that we speed, baby 
Everything I did, I did for the team, baby 
I know you like me in designer jeans, baby 
I took risks to live like this, baby 
Look at me now, look at my wrist, baby 
They wanna talk to me now, yeah they fuck with the kid, baby 
All these bitches on my dick, baby 


[Verse 2]
Still gotta watch my back for all of the motherfuckin' rats
Still gotta watch my back, cause I'm still out here serving crack
Still got poles, still on roads, and I'm living like that
Old bitch wanna hit me back, huh, I had to dead that 
Gas so strong gotta double bag, what you know 'bout that? 
Remember all the times I had to play it cool, had to put up an act
Remember all the times I was sipping on wok, you was sipping on act
Remember I was down bad, I told that bitch I wanted her back 
Now when I look back, now when I look back, I can't talk 'bout that
I cannot fail, gotta prevail, got an example to set
I'm focused on me, I'm focused on me, but she wanna have sex
I ain't text her back, I ain't text her back, but she know it for the best 
I couldn't even tell you, I couldn't explain how I really felt
Ain't no time for kissing, I gotta mission, and I don't need no help
I got my own back, I got my own back, yeah I got myself
I'm making this money, I'm making this music by myself


Produced by Lil Fari

Made It This Far prod lil fari

@knownghost1k


[Intro]
Feel like I'm in the hills with this shit
But I'm still in my city 
Yeah, I'm still in the trap 
Feel me?


[Hook]
Smoke up in my lungs, I can't feel shit
My brudda pour another one, he can't feel shit
Feel like I'm in the hidden hills, but I'm in my city bitch
Feel like I'm in the hidden hills, but I'm in the trap bitch
All eyes on me right now, yeah I know I'm the one
All eyes on me right now, that's why I can't keep this gun
If you feeling me bitch, you gotta say some
And if I'm feeling you, I ain't gon' say none


[Verse]
I'm never gon' forget when they tried to count me out 
Now if you gotta problem, meet at the trap house
I'm a one man army, but I got four shooters right by my side
If we get the word, and we get the drop, then you better hide
I'm bringing rap back bitch
I'm counting racks lil bitch
Can't count me out for shit
Man I'm keeping that blick
XD 45 on me bitch
Nah, you ain't taking my shit
Don't hit my phone lil bitch
I said we was done, that's it
Trapstar on my jacket, but i'ma trap god
Kill after kill, yeah my boy, he a hat god
This been my swag since 06, bitch I run this shit
Gotta stick in my hand, gotta stick in my pants, and a stick in your bitch


[Hook]
Smoke up in my lungs, I can't feel shit
My brudda pour another one, he can't feel shit
Feel like I'm in the hidden hills, but I'm in my city bitch
Feel like I'm in the hidden hills, but I'm in the trap bitch
All eyes on me right now, yeah I know I'm the one
All eyes on me right now, that's why I can't keep this gun
If you feeling me bitch, you gotta say some
And if I'm feeling you, I ain't gon' say none


Produced by Hecto

Hidden Hills prod hecto

@knownghost1k


[Intro]
Bad bitch wanna come back to the motherfuckin' show
Bad bitch wanna come back to the motherfuckin' show, 
Let's go, yeah


[Hook]
Bad bitch wanna come back to the motherfuckin' show
I don't like to do too much, so the glock the only thing I'm gon' tote
I'm from the trap baby, so flipping packs the only thing that I know
We tryna keep spinning they blocks, till them boys run out of hope


[Verse 1] 
Off the grid, I went missing
Dior, yeah Christian 
She told me she is a Christian 
But when she in the city, she sinning
In my city, I feel like a villain 
If I call up the guys, that's a quick killing
You know, I get blood spilling
And I'm finna tat up my arms and I'm finna tat up my ribs


[Bridge]
I'ma put rocks on my wrist
I'ma put tats on my wrist 
I don't like tats on my bitch
I had the finest bitch
But I think I chose to be rich 
I was destined for this shit
This shit my legacy
Bruh got the legacy
Subaru Legacy 
JDM Legacy
Yeah, we riding 'round
 

[Verse 2]
R33, Skyline
I'm at the top, see the skyline
I'm at the top of the high rise
Yeah, I could see the skyline
Hair all up in my face
I smoke the za to the face
I'm smoking dope to the face
I'm smoking gas to the face


[Outro]
I'm so high, I feel like God calling out to me
I'm so high, I'm so high, I feel like God calling me
But I feel the devil on my back
I'm tryna get away
I'm so high, I'm so high 
I'm so high, I'm so high 
I'm so geeked, I'm so 
I'm so high, I'm so 
I'm so, I'm so 
"Like who is she? And why the fuck are your bitches following me? 
Like, some other head just followed me, that you follow and I was like bro, like not another one of your bitches—
If I'm a side, just say that bruh
Like, I knew you wasn't fucking with me
I knew you was just using me 
Like, fuck"


Produced by Noevdv

Chose To Be Rich prod noevdv

Gwop & 32Youngins - Boogy

@knownghost1k


[Hook]
Roll a wood
Smoke it all
I’m a rolling stone
I don’t text back
I don’t call back
I don’t be on my phone
Hit the bitch from the back
Now I’m in my zone 
Too late to turn back
I’m already too far gone
Bad bitch, got her hair and her nails done
In my city, gotta tuck it
We can’t keep that gun
Like my bitches grown
Yeah, older than 21
Put tats up on my ribs
And my motherfuckin’ arms


[Verse]
I done seen way too much
Bitch you can’t cause me harm
I was a kid, high as shit
Eating lucky charms
I been fooled, way too many times 
Gotta keep my guard
Had the streets, ain’t had my dad
Yeah, it left me scarred
He in and out the pictures
Left me with a broken heart
Tweaking off the drugs 
Pray to God I make it far
He was talking hot 
So we left him up in that car


[Hook]
Roll a wood
Smoke it all
I’m a rolling stone
I don’t text back
I don’t call back
I don’t be on my phone
Hit the bitch from the back
Now I’m in my zone 
Too late to turn back
I’m already too far gone
Bad bitch, got her hair and her nails done
In my city, gotta tuck it
We can’t keep that gun
Like my bitches grown
Yeah, older than 21
Put tats up on my ribs
And my motherfuckin’ arms


Produced by Noevdv

Thank God prod lorenzo

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