FeaTure - Highs and Lows

Uh huhh
Aye yea
Uh aye yea
Aye aye yea
Aye
I’m on the way
And they know it
Got that drip
Like it’s paint
On the wall
Yea
I’m never gone
Fold
Against the odds
You know that
We throwing them bows
Yea
I can’t be pouring them fours
Yea
Rather sip
On some fine like that Moët
Rise above all
I'm in my mind
I’m high but I’m feeling low
Yea
Call me ceo
I’m the boss
Gotta run this shit
Up at all cost
Everybody on took them
A lost
See the way
That I Walk
Drip with the sauce
Send this to labels
We off for the hits
Doubted before I’m
To legit to quit
Ain’t releasing
That song
If that shit
Do not fit
Been in them holes
Climbing out of them pits
And I’m on
If I do it
I do it alone
Got some lil niggas
Tryna put on
It’s a grind when you ain’t even
On
Don't like to send songs
They doubt if
It’s not a hit song
This my chapter four
to they twenty-two
Rocking with the bros
I don’t need crew
On they radar
But
I’m number two
Can’t see
What I see
This a different view
I’m on the way
And they know it
Got that drip
Like it’s paint
On the wall
Yea
I’m never gone
Fold
Against the odds
You know that
We throwing them bows
Yea
I can’t be pouring them fours
Yea
Rather sip
On some fine like that Moët
Rise above all
I'm in my mind
I’m high but I’m feeling low
Yea
I’m on the way
And they know it
Got that drip
Like it’s paint
On the wall
Yea
I’m never gone
Fold
Against the odds
You know that
We throwing them bows
Yea
I can’t be pouring them fours
Yea
Rather sip
On some fine like that Moët
Rise above all
I'm in my mind
I’m high but I’m feeling low
Yea
I’m on the way
And they know it
Got that drip
Like it’s paint
On the wall
Yea
I’m never gone
Fold
Against the odds
You know that
We throwing them bows
Yea
I can’t be pouring them fours
Yea
Rather sip
On some fine like that Moët
Rise above all
I'm in my mind
I’m high but I’m feeling low
Yea
Shoutout to
Mama you made you a
Star
Told me
Keep going
It’s gonna pay off
Stayed on this
Path
I didn’t have to jack cars
But following the rules
Had me thinking
What if I broke them
Striding for the trophy
Is it normal to feel that you
Chosen
Does Suicide
Cross the mind
When you broken
Second thoughts on ya mind
Like
Aye hold it
They ain’t fucking
With me me
Yea
Yea... yea... yea... yea
Pull out that pad
Like they pull out
A tool
Scary thoughts
Like
Approaching a ghoul
Laid back
But I’m grinding
I’m cool
Told me slow stroke her
She get like a pool
Ouu ouu
I’m on the way
And they know it
Got that drip
Like it’s paint
On the wall
Yea
I’m never gone
Fold
Against the odds
You know that
We throwing them bows
Yea
I can’t be pouring them fours
Yea
Rather sip
On some fine like that Moët
Rise above all
I'm in my mind
I’m high but I’m feeling low
Yea
I’m on the way
And they know it
Got that drip
Like it’s paint
On the wall
Yea
I’m never gone
Fold
Against the odds
You know that
We throwing them bows
Yea
I can’t be pouring them fours
Yea
Rather sip
On some fine like that Moët
Rise above all
I'm in my mind
I’m high but I’m feeling low
Yea

Written by:
Jevontez Byrdsong

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