LaSalle Grandeur - Highpoint

I don’t really know a high point
Jump so high I hurt my joints
Zion, when I get rebound
I put it back up when I come down
New moon man, how you look dumbfound
They wanna mix the beef like gumbo
But I’m suped up like I’m Frozone
And my bros in the crowd with ammo
Cut a dude up like it’s Sam Sho
Want a new style, well here’s sample
Planting my seeds, like my last name Apple
Going Sonic speeds, they in my Shadow
Why would you follow, I don't need no chattel
Sheep all together, all I heard was chatter
Exploding at them, like split some matter
Tip my hat, only made them madder
I’m just here to shatter the ceiling
Get my bag, I don't give a fuck about ya feelings
Dudes be doubles angles, really playing favorites,
Acting like they John Cena
But I am Randy Orton, you can pick yo poison,
I’ll kill whats important
Skill so flamboyant, you could never distort it
High, High, High
POINT
High, High, High
POINT
High, High, High
POINT
High, High, High
POINT
I’m back in the lab today
And I feel glad to say
This skill ain’t happen on accident
I own this house, I don't pay no rent
Dudes want war, but don’t want no damage
Well mind manners, my gammy always taught me to finish my plate
And I’m real hungry, so I rue yo day
Heir to throne, been blew you away
Slick witty like rick the ruler
I act dumb, just to fool you
I was deaf to see, to what Adam taught me
Back when I was rocking Abercrombie
I’m a living dead like a stillborn
I’m a shooting star like Evan Bourne
I live in this, and you just touring
Get out here mane, you so foreign
Hey give me what I say
Give me what I say
Hey OKAY!
I just want my pay
I just want my paper
Hey give me what I say
Give me what I say
Hey OKAY!
I just want my pay
I just want my paper

Written by:
Christian Thurman

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