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Bryson Tiller - High Stakes lyrics

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High Stakes by Bryson Tiller


[Intro]
Hey, yeah
Haha, I had to put a time stamp on this, yeah
It’s my birthday
And I’m feeling great
I feel great
Yeah, f**k it, I’m feeling great
24 today, by the way
Okay
[Verse 1]
Came a long way (yeah, I came a long way)
Ayy, I looked up and said goddamn I came a long way
In the VIP, this sh*t feel like a showcase
Take me to a place I’d rather be, there’s no place
I gotta pocket full of cash, it’s more than I made last year when I was packing
Oh wait, it been two years, I lost track and
No way I’m going back, I been in mansions
I been in whips so quick that you lose traction
And made 6 figure transactions
Met a lot of pretty women, A.K.A distractions
And some f**k niggas with subliminal captions
I won’t, I won’t, show these lames no compassion
Wanna play the game, gotta have expansion
Ex sent me an email, came with attachments
And like a fan of the show, nigga I started snapping
[Chorus]
What’s happening? What’s happening?
What’s happening? What’s happening, oh, what’s happening?
Woah, woah, high stakes got me feeling like I’m gambling (I can ball but lose it all)
Drink got a nigga rambling (like I’m talking to myself)
But hit me up
[Verse 2]
I wake up and see a roof over my head
Used to be the roof of a ’04 Audi
That sh*t used to be my bed
Lot of disrespect from those who used to be my friends
Lot of chicks to replace, hoes used to be friends
I don’t f**k with you, what don’t you comprehend?
Give a f**k who I offend, real and fake cannot blend
And I pray to God I never lose a cake, Amen (Amen)
With the high stakes, I’m in
I’m in, even when niggas after me
I still stroll through the city casually
RIP Staten G, Ali gone, that’s another tragedy
Oh my God, who gon’ show the kids strategy?
I done seen so many things that they gotta see
I made it to the game using honesty
I know my mama proud of me
God tell her she gave birth to a young prodigy
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy, thank you
To the most up
High up, high up
Praying that them blessings don’t stop
I’m praying that them blessings don’t
Yeah



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