[Intro: Jim Jones]
Higher, baby
Get higher, baby
Get higher, baby
Uh, don't ever (S.O.O.N. Productions)
Jomo

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
I been outside since it was a nick for a bag (Bag)
It was called gettin' money before we was gettin' to a bag (Check me out)
We was goin' to the rink and the bitches was all bad (K3)
When you had to be fresh, before the drip, there was the swag (Saucy)
I told Justin Laboy that I was hustlin', boy (Respectfully)
I took a few trips and bought a couple of toys
Secret indictments, we started duckin' the boys
Man, we had thе fishscale like we was fuckin' with koi (You hеar me?)
N***as eatin' popcorn until we started makin' movies (Action)
I'll put some money on your ass like I was partyin' with Boosie (Bars)
Tryna stuff two baddies in this car with the two seat (How?)
Packed the lil' baby eighty like that star up on QC (Lil Baby, what's up?)
I said what I said, n***a, I can't take it back (Uh-uh)
I'm gettin' all this bread, man, I can't take a nap (I'm gettin' it)
We used the floor as a bed, we was movin' grams out the trap (Rr)
They snatched Rog in the feds, he was on the Am', on the track
Shit, you know who I am on this track (Jomo)
N***as don't sell drugs no more, n***as, they scam for them stacks
Price of life is cheap, and a couple grand, you get clapped
N***as is hoppin' out the May' and we got the blammers in the back (Oh)
If you know what I know, n***a, would understand where I'm at (Chill)
If you go where I go, that's where them animals is at (Hoo-hoo)
If I tell 'em go, n***a, they'll turn your candle into wax (Doo-doo-doo)
I'll have them ooters pop out with them bandanas on the MAC (Oot-oot)
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
Sellin' drugs was my attraction
All the baddies in my direction
You gotta clock it, baby, when you in my section
Spendin' money, that's my obsession

[Verse 2: Dyce Payso]
I know these n***as itchin' to try
This a different Byrdgang, you fuck with Jim, you gon' die
Got the grip on the side, never switch on my guys
You know Blanco got them shooters and they cookin' you, pie, uh
Fuck what you did back then, this is my time
You n***as stop bein' broke and find time
You n***as rappin' what I live, rappin' what I did
N***as know I been trappin' since a kid
God took my brother, think I'm playin' with karma?
N***a, you die when I see you, I ain't playin' with drama
Remember playin' with mama, hit your face with the llama
Shit never went good, I was faced with the trauma, uh
I'll get you shot in true life, my MAC bug
Ain't no serve on his fam, my max bold
I really beat bodies, check my background
When it's up, then it's up, ain't no back down

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
Sellin' drugs was my attraction
All the baddies in my direction
You gotta clock it, baby, when you in my section
Spendin' money, that's my obsession
[Outro]
Higher, baby
Get higher, baby
Get higher, baby
(S.O.O.N. Productions)