Levitating
Hit-Boy
We ain't even reach the highest heights
Burn your contract, call the firefighters
Flames on the vette, mock long sleeve i'm flyer
Felon flow they doing petty crime
Spent a hundred nights trying to get it right
I outlast bitch, i dont lap
Cut to the chase they ain't cutting niggas slack
Staying on the tat, thinking about lick throughout the day
And my niggas on the block, praying that they catch an opp
H B i can't stop, levitating to the top, uh
And if the grass greener hop the fence
They wanna see me finished not flourish
I am convinced
And the winter part the summer sun i stay out the mix