[Produced by RZA, No I.D., Kanye West, Mike Dean, and Jeff Bhasker]


[Teyana Taylor]
Can we get much higher............
But of course we can baby hahaha

[Los]
Ummm its Los .. again
Okay I take my middle finger, flick it to the wicked media
Critics on my dick, clicking a n***a’s wikipedia
Flow more intricate than the period of pyramids
Whack rappers lack what the Pythagorean Theorem is
My mathematics will trip you have your shoes tangled
I think it’s funny, you come at me from acute angle
I could've grabbed all my weapons and took a T.I
But I ain’t gotta see you to kill you, Book of Eli
Nikka we fly, the first time you hooker glanced
I hit it from the back and did the skully low Brooklyn dance
The Rico from Paid in Full while everybody look and dance
Fucked her in the kitchen, did the Lil B Cooking Dance
I took a chance with Puffy and lost six years
But how he gon fix my problems? He can’t fix his
This year, I ain’t prepared to take my next L
Last year, I got X but this year, I excel, ahem, please pardon my pun
Each part of my jargons like jog, yo he starting to run
He talking to pun, me, you see me sparking my gun
I go retarded with these bars, I'mma talk in my pun
This chick in back of me, bought me a daiquiri
Sat beside me, said hi, I’m Daphne
Actually, you attracted me after I heard you rapping
There’s something ,just happened magically
Automatically grabbing me, sorta drastic dramatically
Staggering off to jack but accurately adapting
To dudes in black hats and the jackets was thinking, jacking me
But I’m packing ratchets for static that happens gradually
Told that bitch imagine me casually falling, casualty
Grab the gat and blasted the cats in hats in back of me
Killed the bitch at the bar then sat back, just had my daiquiri
I think these rappers be scared to step an inch in my sector
‘Cause I school that ass like a Princeton professor
You approach your bars with hesitation
I approach mine with a Harvard’s education
Yeah I dropped outta college and could've went to jail
But I don’t like regular people, I should've went to Yale
I’m just venting hell, think I need a book deal
Can we get much higher? I feel how the hook feel
And I’m rolling in that Rolls Royce, bumping Seal
You know the one with the white bitch on the ugly grill
I ain’t talking ‘bout Seal, I’m talking ‘bout the car
Had to clarify that ’cause n***as be talking ‘bout my bars
Your time’s up dog, I’m cleaning out the cell
I jump on songs and snap like I’m singing acapella
Can we get much higher? I feel how the hook feel. So this it for your career
The way I’m ‘bout to start this bidding war
You gon’ think I’m selling missiles to Korea
It’s official, get it clear, this tre that I’m packing
Ain’t singing you a song when it hit you in the ear
So warn your whole village, I’m coming to kill every king
Right now, the score is them nothing, me everything
I feel like they gave me nothing and them everything
So I ain’t just rapping and bluffing, I mean everything
I’m bout to have y’all n***as mad at me
I wrote this blindfolded, dark twisted fantasy
Can we get much higher? Can we get much higher? Can we get much higher?