Get Under - High M

Dem say you be baale, dem say you the KING of the game

Dem say you dey para, supernova, na you dey give dem d flame

Step in the game, heading for fame, na so i dey elevate

While we steady working, you dey farawe

Now we getting money, u dey salaye

(((Get Under)))

Yeah.

done that

Niggas don’t miss so I caught that

Niggas dull me so I dumped them

If you been looking to try me mehn i gat that

Ehnn see, cos i know me

Fuck around and get nosebleed

Niggas up with that story

I ain’t got the time, i ain’t a fan of rolly

For ma niggas I be getting it back

I’m done shaping the craft

I been dropping oppositions on the way its a fact

Focus solely on the work and getting rid of the lacks, ma nigga

Niggas hug you just to stab in the back

But I, move forward, I don’t look back

Really don’t stress so I don’t look back

But I won’t hold back, fuck you and your crew

I gat demons of doom, ready for things they can do

Dem say you be baale, dem say you the KING of the game

Dem say you dey para, supernova, na you dey give dem d flame

Step in the game, heading for fame, na so i dey elevate

While we steady working, you dey farawe

Now we getting money, u dey salaye

(((Get Under)))

Niggas be like, why you gotta go deep?

I ain’t the drug I’m the chemist nigga

Fuck around a king and get buried nigga

Two huned on the dash, ride steady nigga/

Tell me why I gotta go sleep?

The fans asking, the critics ranting, has the nigga lost the passioñ?

So I got up on a beat with truckloads just blast 'em/

My prayers to niggas who stood in ma way

I’m not just concerned about making ma pay/

Back with a loaded Glock, aim for they head BANG!!!

BANG!!!/ deactivate the

competition, I’d be bursting yo brains/ on that b*tch don’t kill my vibe shii/

not that Nick and that Mariah shii/

Now legs on the pedal

See me rolling with ma niggas like Tony Montana

Don’t care bout the weather

Whether its rainy or sunny my bros I’d be better/

They told me i fell off, they said that I fell off, the deal is that I’m

getting better

Came for the chedda.

(Cheddah)

And the medal (medals)

If you hating ma nigga… Whatever

I Drop bars like Low Battery/

No flattery, we off pounds like low calorie/

Cos everyday we te pa mose cos no salary/

I hear them say the new school’s shallow but I go deeper than cavities/

Can’t Fuck with this pedigree/

Niggas know I’m in their head like telepathy/

Professor XAVIER, I X-men with legacies / I’m the epitomy of nas carved in

Eddie remedy/ now they gon remember me

Dem say you be baale, dem say you the KING of the game

Dem say you dey para, supernova, na you dey give dem d flame

Step in the game, heading for fame, na so i dey elevate

While we steady working, you dey farawe

Now we getting money, u dey salaye

(((Get Under)))

With the pen is the only time I write my wrongs

Head shots when you bump my song

Been a while yeah I’m back on track

I’ve been working on masterpieces, other rappers talking shii, only hope I

brought the right cologne

Niggas swear they waiting on me

Now they steady hating on me

But i got this on lock, had a cup full I’m wavy, the new school Xavier,

the saviour

I swear to God I’m a masterpiece/

The only rogue rapper wey fit pull preek for where him master piss/

I’ve been driven by the mass appeal, to pull a master speech…/

You bout to listen to this Mastered piece/

It’s hella quiet when the Master speaks/

Yeah I’m just tryna grant the master peace

Take the bull by the horn now I’m bouta spit fire, to retire the weak,

gat a Massive feast

Dem say you be baale, dem say you the KING of the game

Dem say you dey para, supernova, na you dey give dem d flame

Step in the game, heading for fame, na so i dey elevate

While we steady working, you dey farawe

Now we getting money, u dey salaye

(((Get Under)))