This is high society, No one
Knows sobriety/ in with the
Promised land, out with
Notoriety/ On this side of
Tennessee the infamy is
Rising in a flood of blind
People n***a open up to
Eyes and see/

And if I die today then itʼs
The pride in me/
Check my autopsy, tell me
Whatʼs inside of me/ Itʼs all
Love until a fuck n***a got
Beef/
Iʼll die from thirst if ion rub
On some ass cheeks/

Rub on some ass cheeks
Use to wana run the game

Like a fucking track meet/ Iʼm
Gon always be the same
Person I was last week/ if I
Ever see a change, n***a
Cashapp me/

Ima East Side n***a with
Ambitions to be great as
Alexander/ look through my
Eyes, see my view too
Panoramic/ See n***as
Busting shots but lose a
Homie they canʼt stand it/
Hope they put gats away to
See some peace across the
Planet/ motha fucka

Chorus:
Yeh you know, where to go/
To the top, where they glow/
Tell me is you ok, is you ok/
Show yo smile to the world
Itʼs gon be ok/ (2x)

Blanco:

When you at the top itʼs hard
To see the bottom, Fear is an
Illusion I ainʼt got no
Problems

Back in highschool they
Didnʼt even notice me
Now Iʼm Hanging with the
Ballers I donʼt know defeat
All my past hoes know Iʼm
Good they canʼt get ova me
All yo past beefs fake taste
Just like that process meat
Let my people go Set my
N***as free
Smiling in my mugshot when
They process me