Higher

[Verse 1 - B.o.B] You may not know my name But by the time I leave, you'll remember the B to the O to the B And every single dot is in between And every time I hop up in the scene I'm feelin' like I'm better than before I'm ready for whatever if you feel me let me know Cause I just wanna flow I got up in this game tryna prove than I'm better than before But I don't even sweat it anymore I get up in the zone as I coast As I take flight gravity better hold me tight Your relativity don't mold me right I'm every single kick, every snare, every line Please don't compare niggas to me cause I'm HAM on the mic I'm down for the gamble like a red pair of dice You scared of the fight When you lay down and prepare for the night, I be in the air on a flight I don't even care what the time High in the days of my mind Every single face that'll say "Hey Bobby Ray" I say "Hi" You livin' the craziest life In a pair of shades I'mma bathe and the spotlight rays Makin' every night club jump like raves Braves, braves, home of the braves Eastside Atlanta, that's where I stay [Hook] Yeah, I'll take you higher Higher than you've ever been See things you never thought You thought would never exist Higher Higher than you've ever been Where we go we won't fall, we'll stay there Cuz there's a place with no walls It's been ages since we've gone Get away, so long, levitate Higher than you've ever been [Verse 2 - Playboy Tre] Yeah, what am I to tell you streets? Never gave a drunk number to double shot of Hen Couple friends in the pen Do a couple years come home, year later nigga locked up again Man, calls on the phone, nigga what the biz? God damn ya'll doin' ya'll thang If life is a game, Tre Play that shit 'fore your folk come home with the ring, champs Do it for the hood, do it for the camp Passport livin' nigga do it for the stamps Do it for the deck 'til there ain't nothin' left Beat a bitch back like a trunk full of amps Trunk full of amps? Trunk full of amps Posted up drunk on the street like lamps Everybody high, but a word to the wise Don't try my clique cuz they might get amped So this for my niggas locked up who call Said they want beats and the show's on the wall Know every time that I hit that stage I don't do it for myself man, I do it for us all This for my niggas locked up, who write Take it through you, try and live my life Fuck what they say nigga get your pay They wanna go high, so watch me fly [Hook] [Bridge] Higher (Higher than you've ever been) Higher (Higher) Higher (Higher than you've ever been) Higher (Higher) [Verse 3 - CyHi Da Prynce] Okay, higher than you've ever been Just when you won't find a better medicine Now I highly recommend That you smoke it in a sweet As me where I got it and I'll say I met a friend Police at the door, I would never let them in Everyday I wake up and try to set a trend Thomas Edison with whatever I invent Now I'm in a country that you ain't never been Netherlands Doin' more interviews than David Letterman I don't know too many niggas better than Prynce CyHi, so who want a better Benz? Vanilla, or yellow skin Big booty bitch, call her Evelyn Vegetarian when it comes to the green Get your dog shot like a veterinarian Tool in the seat Fly young nigga keep it cool in the heat Calmer than the farmer cuz I'm used to the beef Got more soul than the shoes on your feet Still a nigga free, then I move it to the east She probably your girl, then she cute and petite She said she got a man, what you doin' with a geek? Fuck him baby, come and chill with the king [Hook] [Verse 4 - Bun B] Feels so dandy, comin' out candy Grippin' on grain in a clean 'Lac Go jump in the slab, put your seatbelt on Then adjust your position and lean back Its, Bun B and B.o.B and we be all about them greenbacks And we ain't farmin' no mean mugs or no lean thugs cuz we mean that Represent, Lone Star State And Kush City, home of the Astros Where them boys on the porch Smokin' on kush, in a cigar, straight from Castro We in the kitchen makin' all them fires Gettin' that dough with havin' to pass go And if you in the way of me and BoB gettin' this pay we gon' let your ass know That we the chosen, while you in time frozen We go straight ahead They sayin' he ain't this and he ain't that and he can't rap Well man, fuck what a hater says I keep on rollin' like a bald tire With a bad broad out of Vogue, fire Underground King, go to my empire Cuz they might be high, but I'mma take them higher [Hook + Bridge]