Red Eye

Higher than a weather machine I swear these clouds may not be what they seem I’m floating on them edible things I can’t tell if I’m living a dream (Smooth nigga like a Jedi) I’m floating on them edible things I’m Popeye on this spinach flying with no limits I don’t stop I get it, I don’t know how to finish I just keep ascending, High Flyer type of living No Uber but I’m driven, Moms can’t see me in prison I always had a vision, I own all my decisions I done did some things in life I’m not too proud mention I took a road less traveled, not paved just stones and gravel No sleep I’m on Seattle, I defeated every battle I’m too high for Satan, I stick to the basics My bitch bad with no face lifts, I buy homes and not bracelets No infiltrating, out here moving and shaking Gotta A-1 foundation, accountable ain’t no blaming Smooth nigga like a Jedi (Smooth nigga like a Jedi) Higher than a red eye (Higher than a red eye)