Highway ft. StevoBoy Lyrics

Most of these days, we out in the rain

Making the money is our aim

Still on the mountain praying for Grace

Can't do nothing without Grace

Flexing My Muscles Like John Dwayne

I Do it show off what God Gave

Me and the bros, not by might

No other Way but High Way

Yeah

No other way but High way

Making the money is my way

No one can tell me to Stop

Everybody wanna Tap Grace (Grace)

They sleep while we put in work (yeah)

Don't really care bout no Thot, shit

Cause I don't post, don't mean that (Mean That)

I ain't got what I'm dealing with

So Baby cut out that billing shit

I'm tryna run up my digits here

Pick up my phone, I'm seeing missed calls, I'm thanking the Lord, I missed it (ayy)

Why would you call me 44 times, Just to Tell me you need sum' (don't know)

Swinging uptown like Tobey Maguire

Make sure I'm up, just wanna go higher (Higher higher)

Any matter wey nor concern the funds, gossip and all, prefer make you die am

Out here getting it, No Problemo

Nuff said do you Comprender? (Prender?)

Once had a crush on Ariana Grande

I'm in the mid-field like Kante

Dont need no pressure, my grind is Steady

Pass me the ball, I'm keeping up motion (Motion)

Concentrate on shi that are wholesome

Need my mind in a state of Focus

Betrayed, by men we ate from the same plate

You know how it be, deep in the Trenches

While we was young, All we had was a day beefs

Quick, quick, All those shit kept changing

Most of these days, we out in the rain

Making the money is our aim

Still on the mountain praying for Grace

Can't do nothing without Grace

Flexing My Muscles Like John Dwayne

I Do it show off what God Gave

Me and the bros, not by might

No other Way but High Way

Vibes upon vibes

Yh I'm back with my vibes

Life is a game

Yh I'm rolling my dice

Tryna shame my enemy

Taking drugs with frenemies

Getting High by any means

Just to get rid of many things

Many many times wey I dey frustrated

Wanna live my life

Want to live it to the fullest

I nor send nobody

Only care about making money

Say my life is on the line

But I wanna ball tonight

What's up Klassic Tommy

Tell me are you up to something?

I told them yes I'm coming

Soon y'all are gonna Hear me

I'm riding on the Highway

Coming from faraway

Omo Mo ti trabaye

Shey ele je mi shalaye

What's up y'all haters

Tell me how you doing

I've been on the low

That's why you can't see my doings

I've been singing

I've been trapping

I've been writing

You don't know me

Stop the capping

Keep on hating

I'll keep on loving

That's what's up yh

I've been chilling I've been flexing

I'm okay I'm no more stressing

Plenty blessings keep on coming

Yh yh they keep on coming

I've been doing things my own way

So get d fuck out of my way

Cos this kind jam nor be child's play

Omo this one Na Highway

Most of these days, we out in the rain

Making the money, is our aim

Still on the mountain praying for Grace

Can't do nun, without Grace

Flexing my muscles like John Dwayne

Do it to show off, what God gave

Me and bros, not by might

No other way but High way