Highest

Original

Walking impatient

Fast like my mind

Anticipation

God, give me time

Caught in a circus

Chaos at home

God keep me gracious

God keep me whole

That's the price of peace, damn

Half what's left of me, man

Bitches will hate for free

That's the price of peace, damn

Half what's left of me, man

Bitches will hate for free

Tire screech

Drifting through the air

Could be the highest in the room

Avoiding ceiling fans

Bitch, just give me space

Enough to spread the hand

Patiently waiting for the other side

Fucking on the plans

Always knew a bitch like me was gon' make it

Look good even when I had to fake it

Walk in every room like a million-dollar baby

Came down for me to grab it, I ain't never had to chase it, baby

I was broke, I was poor, I had money on the low

Made a bag, ran it up, then I lost it on the tour

Had me feeling like I should've kept that corporate gig at home

When I finally made the call, man, they ain't pick up the phone

God do it when I won't, I do shit that you don't

I tell it when to move, it don't move 'til I say go

This shit was made for me, I'm gon' freak it when I want

Man, we should make a toast, bitch, I feel like Shawty Lo

That's the price of peace, damn

Half what's left of me, man

Bitches will hate for free

That's the price of peace, damn

Half what's left of me, man

Bitches will hate for free