CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Higher*
Some n***as show you love, then get a snub, and wipe your nose
But you ain't got a code, they talk in codes, it's [?] culture
We used to smoke until it's no more smoke than eat the roaches
he got his a** beat and sneakers stolen out the street
Take a knee for me negroes, who's knees need lotion and people poor
He don't know he'll smoked sneak dissin', better keep that speaker low
Hearin' [?] you ain't sink your teeth before
Reachin' notes to heaven, higher, raisin' up my hemoglobin
Tryna slow the time before the chains as if my feet was frozen
Unbeknownst to life, they fell asleep and had they dreams stolen and chucked into the deep
F**k it, buss how the f**k we 'posed to eat?
N***a, one gon' touch my brother 'n' sister, n***a one gon' touch me
Just tell me who that else f**kin' with ya, I be at the school at three
Don't be scared, f**k a pen, we squeeze dead that leave ink
Read a letter that you sent me through the mail, it had the jail stink
I failed at being there when I was needed, but you told me you ain't care, I wasn't 'sposed to be
Jehovah had the higher hope for me
Holdin' me accountable for what I'm 'posed to be
Liftin' me off the ground above the clouds so I can see
Higher baby, higher baby, through the streets
You takin' the fall, but show me how to be free
But you ain't got a code, they talk in codes, it's [?] culture
We used to smoke until it's no more smoke than eat the roaches
he got his a** beat and sneakers stolen out the street
Take a knee for me negroes, who's knees need lotion and people poor
He don't know he'll smoked sneak dissin', better keep that speaker low
Hearin' [?] you ain't sink your teeth before
Reachin' notes to heaven, higher, raisin' up my hemoglobin
Tryna slow the time before the chains as if my feet was frozen
Unbeknownst to life, they fell asleep and had they dreams stolen and chucked into the deep
F**k it, buss how the f**k we 'posed to eat?
N***a, one gon' touch my brother 'n' sister, n***a one gon' touch me
Just tell me who that else f**kin' with ya, I be at the school at three
Don't be scared, f**k a pen, we squeeze dead that leave ink
Read a letter that you sent me through the mail, it had the jail stink
I failed at being there when I was needed, but you told me you ain't care, I wasn't 'sposed to be
Jehovah had the higher hope for me
Holdin' me accountable for what I'm 'posed to be
Liftin' me off the ground above the clouds so I can see
Higher baby, higher baby, through the streets
You takin' the fall, but show me how to be free
