Tory Lanez – Most High Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Most High – Tory Lanez

Uh, stepped out on bail, I did a Diddy Bop
I had to tilt my hat at the city cop
I walk away free ’cause I’m innocent
And when I walk, the whole world know a n**ga wild
We been at the gas station, all night
We been at the gas station, all night
They done had the bag waiting, all night
Tell them that it’s lit, b**ch, we on fire

Ayy, praise to the most high
Ayy, praise to the most high
Uh, sending praise to the most high
Praise to the most high

Uh, devil want a n**ga soul
I beat that n**ga thousand times in a row
Couple weeks ago, he thought he threw his best shot
All I’m lookin’ at is Twitter playin’ friend-or-foe
Clout chasers need the relevancy
Hard talk come from irrelevant MC’s
None of those guys are relevant as me
Guess what that means
I’m on a whole ‘nother league

Wait, don’t stop, let’s sell another story
What the f**k happened to rap This isn’t for me
Never did I ever think that I would see the day
Rap n**gas telling the cops to come for me
They tried to turn me to a cold felon
All they helped me do is get some more millions
All I see is, Free Tory, free Tory
Homie, I was in Miami on the shore chillin’
I got a whole new chick, mean
We on the Island and she f**k me like she off a bean
I’m out in Jersey and I’m balling like I’m off the team
I bought a four, it’s a Birkin or it’s all Celine

Stepped out on bail, I did a Diddy Bop
I had to tilt my hat at the city cop
I walk away free ’cause I’m innocent
And when I walk, the whole world know a n**ga wild

We been at the gas station, all night
We been at the gas station, all night
They done had the bag waiting, all night
Tell them that it’s lit, b**ch we on fire
Ayy, praise to the most high
Ayy, praise to the most high
Uh, sending praise to the most high
Praise to the most high

Soon as I get my masters back, they want chatter
Now I’m independent, n**gas won’t fend it
White labels tryna turn my Black folk against me
Been selling weed, that n**ga don’t affect me
Tell my trappers get the blooming bags ready
We finna fill ’em b**ches up with mad reggie
Take ’em to the block, sell ’em at exclusive price
And if they ask why it’s trash, at least the bag heavy

Devil want a n**ga soul
I beat that n**ga a thousand times in a row
Balling on a demon like a pick-and-roll
She ugly, then I gotta hit her with the woah
S**t up in this b**ch, goin’ hard n**ga
Running through these b**ches like a yard, n**ga
I’m watchin’ Complex for the talks, n**ga
‘Cause it’s an everyday struggle, f**k Mal, n**ga

I got love for ’em ’til they count me out
N**gas mad I spun they b**сhes like a roundabout
I see n**gas tryna kick me when I’m down and out
But I came in here with a purpose I ain’t ’round for clout
Uh, Illuminati trynna get me, n**ga
But I’m the one they gotta spare like a Britney, n**ga
Through the hot or cold, I will never sell my soul
And if I gotta die for that, I’m dyin’ Christian, n**ga

I spent four seasons at the Four Seasons
I might even flex just for no reason
Got a penthouse in D.R. and P.R
I call it pH balance and it’s Puerto Rican
These n**gas don’t like me
I’m finna Gucci, man, and I’m so icy
Uh, wear these n**gas out like a white tee
My comeback rate super pricy

Stepped out on bail, I did a Diddy Bop
I had to tilt my hat at the city cop
I walk away free ’cause I’m innocent
And when I walk, the whole world know a n**ga wild

We been at the gas station, all night
We been at the gas station, all night
They done had the bag waiting, all night
Tell them that it’s lit, b**ch we on fire
Ayy, praise to the most high
Ayy, praise to the most high
Uh, sending praise to the most high
Praise to the most high…

➤ Written by Tory Lanez
Album: Daystar
Tory Lanez | 2020

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