HIGHER LEVEL - Killer Mike

Ayy

Listen, listen, mister, I been, I 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, mozzarella, mozzarella

I been po' as Allan Edgar, never been a beggar, beggar

Even when I stood on corners and I served like Roger Federer

No compared are better, better, meaning you will never, 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 fuckin' deaf, like Helen Keller smokin' Pressure

Smokin' Pressure, ain't no pressure by no measure whatsoever

Box Chevy, Louis sweater, high, fly as eagle feather

I like-I like bitches, books and business, witness, can I get a witness?

To this thickness shakin' asses my way and them big ol' titties

Witness, can I get a witness? Stop askin' for permission

Just make the play and make it work and then ask for forgiveness

I had a white girlfriend and mistress, good fella 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 snitchin'

My cousin schizophrenic, 'phrenic, so sometimes he get missin', missin'

I just pray to God that he okay and God was listenin'

Swear to God, God as my witness, even though it ain't your business

He called my auntie Linda, told her that Mike was Grammy-winnin'

Any teller, teller tell ya that, that I won't be successful

Must be blind and fuckin' deaf, like Helen Keller smokin' Pressure

Smokin' Pressure, ain't no pressure by no measure whatsoever

Box Chevy, Louis sweater, high, fly as eagle feather

Swear to God, prayer works

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

Ah, yup

My cousin called to tell me, ayy

"Boy, I feel like I just hit the lottery," my sister told me that

Swear to God