Head High Lyrics – Joey BadaSS is the latest English song. Head High song lyrics are written by Joey Bada$$ & Statik Selektah while the song is produced by Statik Selektah.
Head High Song Details:
| Song: | Head High |
| Singer: | Joey BadaSS |
| Produced by: | Statik Selektah |
| Lyrics: | Joey Bada$$ & Statik Selektah |
Head High Lyrics
Yeah (Statik Selektah)
Time waits for no man, life is but a two-step slow jam
Dancin’ with the devil, tryin’ not to lose my balance
Look, God blessed the kid many talents, he was chosen
It’s why you see him livin’ in the moment
Every second, gotta own it
‘Cause you never know when could be your last
Time bleedin’, now you bleedin’ from the gun blast
And you thinkin’ ’bout the past, see your whole life in a flash
Best friends lowerin’ your casket, now your son a bastard
Pressure on the shoulders make ’em gotta grow faster
Whеre I’m from, the stories nеver end with no happy ever afters
Just broken families forced to start new chapters
A natural disaster, a cycle and a loop
Are we caught up in a [?]
Not to mention a whole lot of other factors
Cover him in a [?] against rappers
They wanna see us either dead or captured
So I hold my head high ’til they put me below
Best know ’til the day I die I’ma keep my heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin’ their block but the block ain’t hug ’em back
So we hold our head high ’til they put us below
Best know ’til the day we die we gon’ keep my heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin’ the block but the block ain’t hug us back
Took a trip to Miami that March (Uh)
Couple weeks right before my daughter got born (Uh)
To meet up with a kid by the name of X
Had to go to him ’cause he was on house arrest, nonetheless
Our first time meetin’ we was always on the FaceTime
He offered me his place to stay, “Thank you, but I decline”
First impression in my mind, “Now that’s a stand-up nigga
Someone I could call a friend of mine and that’s tough, nigga”
Shit, I could talk about any type of stuff with him
Never gave a fuck about who didn’t fuck with him
See, that’s my nigga, I had to keep it a buck with him
When he played me his album, I told him what he was missin’
A lot of niggas woulda took that shit different, woulda thought that I was dissin’
Still, we found a street and started riffin’
Shit had me reminiscin’, had me thinkin’ ’bout Steelo
None of that, we see the [?]
So I hold my head high ’til they put me below
Best know ’til the day I die I’ma keep my heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin’ their block but the block ain’t hug ’em back
So we hold our head high ’til they put us below
Best know ’til the day we die we gon’ keep my heat close
This is for my niggas who took a day to relax
Huggin’ the block but the block ain’t hug us back