Gilbere Forte - Most High lyrics

[Verse One: Gilbere Forte] I'm usually on some first name basis But n***as f** my name up so much, I wanna change it A wise man told me to live what my mama gave me A chance to see life outside of a lady I'm 24 now, no rain in my clouds so my sky stay true Purer than ice blue, when you closer to your dreams People that surround you start hating on your team They wanna wear a crown too You try to chase a life that don't wanna find you It's hard to gain credit for something that's not you The price people paying to make it as a fan Keep you closer to the game but you lost in the stands I ain't no missionary but your girl love dictionary It's clear that I'm able to tell it all The truth is a weapon, I'm the quickest on the draw Race a life and playing chicken, I ain't getting out the car b**h [Hook] You riding so cold, treble real low, ba** keep thumping, we nodding n***as turned up, smoke in the air, Kush rolled up, we mobbing You riding so cold, treble real low, ba** keep thumping, we nodding n***as turned up, smoke in the air, Kush rolled up, we mobbing [Verse Two: Droop-E] Me, I'm a pro, they? Proteges, I'm from the Bay I got more game than Milton Bradley Sadly, I tell you a lot of these fools fakers No soul like some Chuck Taylors, high in the sky Smoking cherry pie on a flight, red eye Land at 11:45, I tell her relax, recline, kick back like recoil Now she spoiled, it's a wrap like foil Shout out to rapping forte, Gilbere and E-40 The sick with it lieutenant about to bring it back like Rogaine The n***as square like cubicles, girl, you beautiful From your hair to your cuticles, uh, I was built for this I was born in this sh**, I was made for this uh I don't think y'all understand, since H3, already been a made man [Hook] [Verse Three: Casey Veggies] Homie, my generation f**ed over, I give out luck to four leaf clovers At least I can save up, cop a Range Rover, got a chick in the back And she a grade over, a little older ‘cause I'm fresher than a Folgers My girls all in the front row, they all having good times Wrote it down, took ten minutes to spit all good rhymes Just trying to shine my n***a, I'm three years strong on that grind my n***a One hand to the sky for those no longer with us All daps and handshakes, if you paying, you'll get us Girl, if you come to the hotel, you laying with winners And Inglewood k**ing but I stay away from splinters And n***as hating on it ‘cause they can't ball with us Girl, you know that you come here and take your pictures I'm a star, I would too if I was you especially that I know what I'm gon' do, Veggies [Hook 2X]