Aim High - Childish Major

Yeah, yeah

I need a first class window

I never seen nobody fightin' for middle

I done seen a nigga that’s too tired to get up

Grab a cup of water

He content with hiccup

Cool, calm vibe, my bitch so fine

C4 buy now we bouta blow right, right, right

Man, sleep your whole life away that shit like suicide

But who am I?

Look I’ve been workin' on myself

Discipline (Discipline)

Do or die, do or die, do or die

How the hell you gon' hit if you shooting low

Aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high

Aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high

They swear this shit ain’t poppin' in the Carolinas

I’m at barber with a shawty

Shoot at every lineup

I ain’t never seen a million I’m on full throttle

Yeah, deposits I like it

The same hands that get handouts you fight with

You gotta say whatchu meaning when you don’t like shit

Ay, I used to be the nigga not controlling the vibe

They gotta see a leader when they look in my eyes (Yeah)

I gotta make this shit change (Shit change)

I ain’t get up out the feels just to pump fake

Grab plates because you know that we divide pies

Four ways finna jump up on the price tag

Road rage

Soon enough you get fed up playing all day

You gotta add work

You’ve been prayin' all day

And never trust a hoe who be layin' all day

Yeah, yeah

I need the first class window

I never seen nobody fightin' for middle

I done seen a nigga that’s too tired to get up

Grab a cup of water, he couldn’t tent what hiccup

Cool, calm vibe, my bitch so fine

C4 buy now we bouta blow right, right, right

Man, sleep your whole life away that shit like suicide

But who am I?

Look I’ve been workin' on myself

Discipline, do or die, do or die, do or die

How the hell you gon' hit if you shooting low

Aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high

Aim high, aim high, aim high, aim high

Ay

You gotta watch these hoes

Hoes distract me

Fine ass hoes with the platine

Seen that ass on the Grammys

Seen the same ass in person

And honestly it’s way fatter

Truth be told her friend badder

Truth be told you got a girl at home

On hold it don’t matter

Oh my God look where your hands is

Oh my God

Oh you nasty

Oh my God

She’s a savage

Oh my, oh my, oh my

Oh my, oh my, oh my