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Whats got to do, go to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm with it
Then I send it right to you with it

(How high)

Whats got to do, go to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm with it
Then I send it right to you with it

[J. Cole - 1]
Visionary play your position, no
But yet I pack Gospel in the I spoke
You to the most high like the Pope on dope
Now that
My deep now fish for that
Only real niggas catch something, phoney niggas
you gotta feel like it's only read in braille
Both did the crime but his homie didn't
So he bitches while he sitting lonely in a cell
well, what the hell I been on
They a nigga five then they threw another ten on
By the time I'm back on the streets a bachelor
I gotta the clubs like an old ass woman
Life is a movie, pick your own
your own ladder or you dig your own hole
Sit crying thats like sitting round dying
You wanna touch the sky bitch you figure out

Nigga how high, so that I could touch the sky
How sick, so sick that I could yo' bitch
please, my squad stack plenty of G's
And if girl like to smoke we got plenty of trees

Nigga how high, so that I could touch the sky
How sick, so sick that I could f-ck yo'
Nigga please, my squad plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got plenty of

[J. - Verse 2]
Hey, as the of the world unfurl
My niggas hit the like squirrels
Tryna get a nut with your
Think I need to quit trying 'fore nigga out there try to hit mine
Karma for the karma
A lot calmer when the through ya
You need ya armour cause them niggas out here shoot ya
Kinda crucial, police piranha, gon snatch you out that
For stashing marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I ashamed
I broke the law but look I'll smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't to keep smiling
But now I'm high enough to probably steal a plane
Man, just at me, what if I couldn't read?
Would you the book at me
What if I'm sad, am I supposed to look happy
It's a long time coming
Tell my nigga me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe once in a
When the gets thick than there's nothing to do
the windows of my soul, open the blind
My eyes get shut but I my mind

How high, la la la la
how high, hey hey hey
how high, yeah yeah yeah
How high, la la la la

Is a shot that you threw little man?
I understand, you frustrated career aint going how you
it worse, you're friends, now when they talk rap
All you hear is "J Cole this" and "J that"
It must be hard for projects to take all that
I know your weak heart gotta off that
Boy, look, World this is your worst fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in gear
I'm serving you niggas this is the first beer
12 months from now, you'll be the worst year
No tears for the haters, I'm still counting
Cole aint dropping, real f-cking funny
Grade A dummy, sleeping on a nigga
Something like a
But wake yo' ass up
like your mommy on school day
I smoke two l's with ya girl is Cool J

How
How
How high,
How high,

love got to do, got to do with it
I get a little taste I'm through with it
Yeah I send it right to you with it