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Whats got to do, go to do with it
I get a little taste then I'm through it
I send it right back to you with it

(How high)

Whats got to do, go to do with it
I get a little then I'm through with it
Then I send it back to you with it

[J. Cole - 1]
Visionary your position, no missionary
But yet I Gospel in the quotes I spoke
You to the most high like the Pope on dope
Now picture
My poetry's deep now for that
Only real catch something, phoney niggas fail
you gotta feel like it's only read in braille
Both did the crime but his didn't tell
So he f-cking bitches while he sitting in a cell
Thinking well, what the I been on
They gave a nigga five then they threw ten on
By the I'm back on the streets like a bachelor
I gotta play the like an old ass woman
Life is a movie, your own role
Climb your own or you dig your own hole
Sit around crying thats like sitting round
You wanna touch the sky bitch you out flying

Nigga how high, so that I could touch the sky
How sick, so sick I could f-ck yo' bitch
Nigga please, my stack plenty of G's
And if your girl to smoke we got plenty of trees

Nigga how high, so high that I could the sky
How sick, so that I could f-ck yo' bitch
Nigga please, my stack plenty of G's
And if your girl like to smoke we got of trees

[J. - Verse 2]
Hey, as the troubles of the unfurl
My niggas hit the trees squirrels
Tryna get a nut with your
Think I need to quit 'fore some nigga out there try to hit mine
for the karma sutra
A lot calmer when the through ya
You need ya armour them niggas out here tryna shoot ya
Kinda crucial, piranha, gon snatch you out that Honda
For stashing marijuana
Yes, ya honour, I feel
I broke the law but I'll never smoke or steal again
In your courtroom wylin' out, I don't mean to smiling
But right now I'm high enough to steal a plane
Man, look at me, what if I couldn't read?
you throw the book at me
What if I'm feeling sad, am I supposed to happy
It's been a long coming
Tell my roll me up something

[J. ]
No I dont smoke, maybe in a blue
When the tention gets thick than there's to do
Through the windows of my soul, the blind
My eyes get but I open my mind

How high, la la la la
how high, hey hey hey
how high, yeah yeah yeah
How high, la la la la

Is that a shot you threw little man?
I understand, you frustrated career aint how you planned
it worse, you're friends, now when they talk rap
All you hear is "J this" and "J Cole that"
It must be hard for your to take all that
I know your weak gotta break off that
Boy, look, Cole World this is worst fear
I'm burning you n-ggas and I'm only in first
I'm serving you niggas this is only the first
12 months from now, be having the worst year
No for the haters, I'm still counting money
Cole aint dropping, thats real f-cking
Grade A dummy, sleeping on a raps
Something like a
But wake yo' ass up
Something like your on school day
I smoke two l's ya girl this is Cool J

How
How
How high,
How high,

Whats love got to do, got to do it
I get a taste then I'm through with it
I send it right back to you with it