the world is not enough for me not for the glory of one day extolling to the skies so follow the fame i wanna fly at higher game sometimes your life
the motherfuckin chronic nigga thats whatsup - roll that blunt (I can take you hiyaaaah) G-Unit, Shady Aftermath I'm the motherfuckin Game and (I can take you hiyaaaah) [Bridge] [Game
Higher, higher, higher, higher (Put ya drinks in the air and get) Higher, higher, higher, higher (ay, ay, Game and Swizz in here we get) Higher, higher
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game I gotta get'cha get'cha get?cha head in the game Gotta get'cha, get'cha head in the game Gotta get'cha get'cha get?cha head in the game Gotta get
'cha, get'cha head in the game (repeat) CHORUS U gotta Get'cha, get'cha, head in the game We gotta Get'cha, get'cha, get'cha, get'cha head in the game
pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise I break one down, and the rest goin for the high [Chorus] I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the
[Verse 1 - Currensy] Poolside, too high, with three bitches With four lives, I'm finna deal Be out at 5 in that 600 Benz Or that 750i. Ate 9 slices of
Suede insides, my engine roarin' It's the big boy, you know what I paid for it And I got the petal to the metal Got you niggas checkin' game, I'm ballin
and pretty much snuck up And butt fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck this fame, that ain't what I came to claim but the game
and make it multiply, anything else is suicide Enemy of the world, that's I energy of an eagle eye See no evil and I hear no lie, niggas don't wanna see me fly Higher
powder Pow pow I'm higher than Mr. Childs Fresh from the bottom of the ant pile. Weezy! (Chorus) (Verse 2) My grill is gangsta, my aim is money The championship is beautiful but the game
shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on dead bolt
Yo, I could've been had fame Jump shot with a stupid ass aim 'Cause you couldn't get around the last name So my crossover wins the last game And it's
'em come, I seen 'em go, still I remain. Sweetie, you goin' on your 14th minute of fame, I'm over 10 years strong still running the game Cut the comparisons
All she wrote, all she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin' that I'm Sewing up the game
leave, I always come right back here The young spitter that everybody in rap fear A lot of y'all are still soundin' like last year The game needs change