[Verse 1]

Gold plated steps on the chariot

You know how Dirty Harry get, I’m floating like i’m riding on the ferry bitch

I took a trip out to an island

My stock prices are rising, so what do you surmise then?

I used to move the bundles, I ain’t talking tie- ins

Now I speak Italian, I’m talking with my hands, point my trigger finger then go poof

I disappear, the phantom of the opera with the opposition

I fold a motherfucker into submission

Only submission you know is when you send your track to blogs and nobody listen

Permission to transition, your motor got no transmission

You still stuck in first gear, now whats your worst fear?

Somebody knocking you better let them in

I might not break a sweat again when I show you who I am better than

You should have never took the other side cause we were better friends

Now you’re hating like the hooper who never got their letterman

[Chorus]

I’m still sitting on my high horse

Like bitch, what the fuck you blow my high for?

I been back up on my bullshit

Can you imagine what I’d die for?

I’m still sitting on my high horse

Like bitch, what the fuck you blow my high for?

I been back up on my bullshit

But what the fuck you blow my high for?

[Verse 2]

I’m Shawn Michaels with the leg stretched out

Ready to go, leaderboard will have your name etched out

Competition bring the best out, I’m bout to puff my chest out

It’s breeding season hope the best out, bitch I’m an alpha wolf

I’m off a pound of kush, got a hippy bitch you know I pound the bush

I blow your flame out all they found was soot

I need a breather your chick cooking comida

I smoke cohibas in a wife beater after she eat my peter

That’s that Michelin service

Sign your initial on the the line to discontinue the hurting

I’m still in breach of contract your feelings caught the contact

Gimme the and-one with a quarter of the bomb pack

I’m running the track so pass me the baton

This a long con, I’m lurking in the deep from here to Hong Kong

I’m long gone off a bean, don’t take it too strong

Or maybe I’m wrong and this is the storm after the calm

[Chorus]

I’m still sitting on my high horse

Like bitch, what the fuck you blow my high for?

I been back up on my bullshit

Can you imagine what I’d die for?

I’m still sitting on my high horse

Like bitch, what the fuck you blow my high for?

I been back up on my bullshit

But what the fuck you blow my high for?