F-Note the Visionary - Mo$ Troublesome (feat. Beaniee Zombie) [Prod. By SSJ]

Most high, thugging with the most high, most high, most high
Stunting with the most high, most high, most high
Vibing with the most high, most high, most high
Flying with the most high, most high,
Most high thugging with the most high, most high, most high
Stunting with the most high, most high, most high
Vibing with the most high, most high, most high
Flying with the most high

I ain't rap on a trap beat since money habits
Still got the mindset of a hungry savage
Getting paper by all means I'm pringle stacking
Never lacking, my nigga I'm always focused
Smoking on gas, it got me choking
Spitting real facts, so outspoken
If I ain't never open my eyes, I'd be loccin
Probably would've been locked up, spirit broken
But I found my way, now follow the leader
Running through the rap game faster than cheetahs
I'm pushing weight that unbalance a libra
Spitting hot flames like I'm Sasuke Uchiha
Bass with my rhymes just might blow out your speaker
I grab a ball-bat get Karma then beat her
And she a bitch so I bone her and leave her
Chop the chit-chat like I'm using a cleever
If I hear sirens, I'm hopping them gates
And I don't get tired like Kevin Gates
So them coppers minus well drop the case
Cause I stay with the hood, no spotting my face
Our music stay dope cause Beaniee got it laced
She a blood but we get it cracking like a fire place
Thugging with the Gods like we of a higher race
And all of our fans will get higher today

Most high, thugging with the most high, most high, most high
Stunting with the most high, most high, most high
Vibing with the most high, most high, most high
Flying with the most high

When I spit fire nigga it's drastic
I'm way too blunt, my nigga don't pass it
You wack ass rappers may think that you have it
But have a seat baby cause you don't really have shit
I'm bout pissed off, I'm bout to morph into a mad bitch
Hear a wanna be rapper I'mma throw a mad fit
Get to ripping bitches open, throwing tantrums like a mad pit
I ain't like you bitches cause all you hoes average
I been a bad girl I need a time out
Quit whining on the radio, I'll give you something to cry about
Your flow is too dry, I think you might have cotton mouth
You rappers unhealthy, giving the population mental gout
All you motherfuckers try to fill me with doubt
But I don't give a fuck, I need to find my own route
You niggas follow the leader that's why I call you boy scoutes
Won't give ya girl head, but you eat ya man's out
When Beaniee and F-Note do a song the whole world shift
Haters try to drag us down, but we trying to uplift
My presence is a gift, why don't you unwrap it
Is it cause you too busy trapping and reeking havoc
I had to stop that shit, that's why I started rapping
So I can preach and release, leave these wack rappers deceased
Don't make me repeat, I came with all the pressure
Still ain't met a real nigga to test me
And no matter how many of you hoes come at me
Ain't none of you bitches gone best me
None of you bitches gone best me
None of you bitches gone best me

Most high, thugging with the most high, most high, most high
Stunting with the most high, most high, most high
Vibing with the most high, most high, most high
Flying with the most high, most high
Most high thugging with the most high, most high, most high
Stunting with the most high, most high, most high
Vibing with the most high, most high, most high
Flying with the most high

Written by:
FIDEL RASSOUL MUHAMMAD

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