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The Most High Video (MV)




Performed By: Fats Pomc
Length: 2:35
Written by: Antoine Smyre




Fats Pomc - The Most High Lyrics




Mane i jus wanna give a praise to da most high
You was wit me in da ride when dey start firing
You protect me from da system
You protect me from the mind
You protect me from dese women
You protect me from dey lies

I ain't fenna ask why lord roll on em
U see em plotting on da guys gone roll on em
Dese women really in disguise gotta roll on
I'll let u get dat get back I just roll on

Open yo mind nigga who it make it out to see
A real nigga u ain't who dey make u out to be
The most high
U and I try combine a seat
Payin tithes to da mind ion give a dime to da theifs
Ppl dying tryna lead
Preachers praying on da weak
On dat stand dey'll speak
Make a band every week
U be asking for a seed
And uon practice what u preach
Why im growing u a tree
And getting warm with a leaf
Y'all done miss fats
And if I could I'll get all my momma shit back
Dey diss fats...
Den dey try to twist dat
Well this Matt 24 and 24
Or luke 6 and 26 read woe

I ain't really into church I ain't never like to go
Dey wan baptize fats try and cleanse a nigga mold
But ain't dat oil and dat water on da shelf up at da store
Got me walking thru da valley of death with da same soul
You da god ima god dis da season it'll show
I been shot 5 times 1st time it was 4
2nd time it was close
It's a reason I ain't go
Now da fam taking credit for dat seed dat I ain't sow
Like I won't talking to you crying had my knees on da floor
Responsible for a lot lord dey dnt even know
Wave shot him at dat bus stop
Leaving from da yo
I could've told him no
But I'm da one who told him go
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Mane i jus wanna give a praise to da most high
You was wit me in da ride when dey start firing
You protect me from da system
You protect me from the mind
You protect me from dese women
You protect me from dey lies

I ain't fenna ask why lord roll on em
U see em plotting on da guys gone roll on em
Dese women really in disguise gotta roll on
I'll let u get dat get back I just roll on

Open yo mind nigga who it make it out to see
A real nigga u ain't who dey make u out to be
The most high
U and I try combine a seat
Payin tithes to da mind ion give a dime to da theifs
Ppl dying tryna lead
Preachers praying on da weak
On dat stand dey'll speak
Make a band every week
U be asking for a seed
And uon practice what u preach
Why im growing u a tree
And getting warm with a leaf
Y'all done miss fats
And if I could I'll get all my momma shit back
Dey diss fats...
Den dey try to twist dat
Well this Matt 24 and 24
Or luke 6 and 26 read woe

I ain't really into church I ain't never like to go
Dey wan baptize fats try and cleanse a nigga mold
But ain't dat oil and dat water on da shelf up at da store
Got me walking thru da valley of death with da same soul
You da god ima god dis da season it'll show
I been shot 5 times 1st time it was 4
2nd time it was close
It's a reason I ain't go
Now da fam taking credit for dat seed dat I ain't sow
Like I won't talking to you crying had my knees on da floor
Responsible for a lot lord dey dnt even know
Wave shot him at dat bus stop
Leaving from da yo
I could've told him no
But I'm da one who told him go
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Writer: Antoine Smyre
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