Higher — Verse 3

Scored May 17, 2026

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Been in survival mode

Since a five year old, it was I alone

Since my trike was stole, spiral notebook and microphone

But lookin' back how bad it was then

If it hadn't been for the pad and the pen

Addict mom and deadbeat dad

I wouldn't have had the savage within

Havin' to win every single battle I'm in

All I ever wanted was to be an emcee

Tediously I wrote obediently, believing in me

EPMD must've had teachin' degrees

Learned to defeat enemies with the ink, thinkin' of these rhymes

Would be as Eazy as E

And graffiti would be like remedial readin' to me (Yeah)

'Til my last breath leaves my lungs

I'ma beat my drum (Yeah) for the streets I'm from (Yeah)

The East side slums (Yeah), gotta remind 'em (Yeah)

I'll take a foe out (Yeah), like fee-fi-fum

You see my finger (What?), you see my thumb (What?)

You see my fist, fuck a peace pipe, I'm (What?)

Here for the smoke but it's not the weed I want (What?)

With this beat I brung for the beef I've come (Woo)

But you better bring it if you wanna reply from

'Cause for you to be lyrically inclined, it'd be a steep climb up

That'll be an uphill battle

But I'm up like your feet in a recliner

And I think I'm about to go out on a limb like a tree climber

Time to push my ceiling higher 'cause

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