KID PRO - Blow My High Lyrics

They saying I'm losing patience
But everybody stay saying, stay patient
I'm out my mind
But everybody keep telling me, it'll be fine
Hey, I don't let em blow my high
Niggas better know they role
Hey, I don't let em slow my vibe, nigga
And I ain't selling my soul
Used to think, Good Lord
Why they f*cking with me
Why they keep on f*cking with me
Tryna keep it lowkey
Working on the best version of me
I guess my past catching up
It keeps f*cking with me
Life's harsh, I'm just trying to find the meaning
On why all this bad shit, give me the greatest of feelings
The hate gon' come for the dumbest of reasons
People just won't like you
Cause your spirit is irritating their demons
See, everybody history buried under a ton of lies
Numb to the shit, they're used to it, it's normalized
These new kids is lazy, the furthest from being bonafide
I'd rather it detailed, they just wanting it summarized
I'm in an era where niggas lost all they honor
They either chasing the clout, the pussy, or chasing commas
I got my demons too, I was trying to avoid the drama
Cause sooner or later, I'll prolly catch that visit from karma
But can't nobody hold me down
I can't let shit I can't control try to slow me down
It's all in what I broadcast, gotta change up the forecast
Cause for a bright future, I gotta kill off the dark past
Hey, I don't let em blow my high
Niggas better know they role
Hey, I don't let em slow my vibe, nigga
And I ain't selling my soul
Used to think, Good Lord
Why they f*cking with me
Why they keep on f*cking with me
Tryna keep it lowkey
Working on the best version of me
I guess my past catching up
It keeps f*cking with me
I get it, even if I'm nine to five scheming
New Jersey dreaming, Toyota Corolla leaning
Ain't no hater intervening
With the sound of my money-machining
Demons and debt, I'm tryna defeat 'em
So to that hustle, pledge allegiance
I'm out the ordinary, I ain't imaginary
They just scared of a Spanish kid with a vocabulary
But honestly, white America can't be mad at me
When I gotta shorten my name to get a better salary
Ain't that a travesty
Another one of us got gunned down
But it ain't no motherf*cking tragedy
Got me losing hope and I'm losing grip on my sanity
If this reality, how long till them coppers come clap at me
This can't be what was meant for me
Can't let mistaken identity be the death of me
I got big dreams, they're previews of my destiny
I know I got the formula, they can't f*ck with my chemistry
Hey, I don't let em blow my high
Niggas better know they role
Hey, I don't let em slow my vibe, nigga
And I ain't selling my soul
Used to think, Good Lord
Why they f*cking with me
Why they keep on f*cking with me
Tryna keep it lowkey
Working on the best version of me
I guess my past catching up
It keeps f*cking with me