Lyrics HIGHER LEVEL - Killer Mike

Aye
Listen, listen, mister
I've been, I've been ridin', grippin' on my pistol
Sippin' liquor, liquor
I ain't got two nickel, nickels
I can rub together weather, weather stormy
Weather will ever end for me but if it don't
Hey, it's whatever
It's whatever, ever
I will never, ever, ever, ever give up on my
Mission to take Michael to another level, level
Baby mama, I got several, several new hustles, a plethora
Cheddar, cheddar, parmesan, mozarella, mozarella
I've been poet's Allen Edgar
Never been a beggar, beggar
Even when I stood on corners and I served like Roger Federer
No competitor, better, better
Meaning you will never ever, ever, ever
Ever, never ever, ever get up on my level
Any teller, teller tell ya that, that I won't be successful
Must be blind and fucking deaf like Helen Keller
Smoking pressure, smoking pressure
Ain't no pressure by no measure whatsoever
Box Chevy, Louis sweater high and fly as eagle feather
I like, I like bitches, books and business
Witness, can I get a witness?
To this thickness, shaking ass and
Small waist and them big old titties
Witness, can I get a witness?
Stop asking for permission
Just make the play and make it work and then ask for forgiveness
I had a white girlfriend and mistress
Goodfella like I was Henry 'til I woke up with
That trey eight to my face held by my missus
Damn, I miss my nigga Jimmy
I miss my nigga Jimmy
In real life that ain't no bar about no goofy mobster snitching
My cousin schizophrenic, -phrenic
So sometimes he get missing, missing
I just pray to God that he okay and God was listening
Swear to God, God as my witness, even though it ain't your business
He called my auntie Linda told her that Michael's Grammy winning
Any teller, teller tell ya that, that I won't be successful
Must be blind and fucking deaf
Helen Keller smoking pressure, smoking pressure
Ain't no pressure by no measure whatsoever
Box Chevy, Louis sweater high and fly as eagle feather
Swear to God
Prayer work
Swear to God
It heal hurt
Swear to God as I sit in my vert
Swear to God, I put in my work
Swear to God
Swear to God
Thank you, Lord
Thank you, Lord
Oh
Yeah
Yeah
My cousin called his mama
Hey
Well, I feel like I just hit the lottery
My sister told me that
Swear to God