Way Up

Started from the bottom now we way up (way up)
And I got the baddest bitches staged up (staged up)
Ain't no fucking playing we ain't gameboys
Now we got a name they wanna frame us

They say that you keep a third eye
All these niggas ain't gon' ride
All these hoes gon' wanna sign
Now they playing both sides
Met a nigga traumatized
Mama told me, "Bae don't cry"
Now, they gon' whippin' a pie

I'm too high up in the sky, ain't no way for me to lie
Nigga disrespect the code, but I'm sticking to the plan
I be marching with an army, I might pull up with a bad bitch
I got that good molly saying color is the same
Is you gon' ride, u gon' slide baby tell me what it is
Bitch I need some real love, if it's fake I'll disappear
I know I'm the greatest ever, I just need someone to hear
Hit my knees and sell percs
Ah, only man I felt

Yea, we dem niggas that's going stealth
Far me go, we ain't felt
Now you tryna be the man
Give 'em tonic
Show they hand
No, they really not your friend
Worried 'bout your Benjamins
I was sitting in the can
Now I'm droppin' another jam

I don't really need no friends
I'm a real solo man (solo man)
I'm a real solo man (solo man)
I'm real solo man (solo man, solo, solo man)

Cracked a nigga mella tops
Payed to see his body drop
Thought I really own the block
Toting P's 'n toting blocks
Caught my nigga on the run
Can't even come and see his son
Who you think he askin' for?
Daddy ain't mess him up

Ride, slide, baby what it is
If you down to hold me down
I won't even need a pill
I ain't even gotta throw it
I throw away the drugs
Purple ain't got all my heart
I replaced it with the love

I'ma stepper, I leave a nigga body on the kerb
Bitch I'm pulling up from deep
You should call me Larry bird
Bitch I'm pulling up from dee
They should put me in the game
Bitch I'm pulling up from deep
Headshot I'm in the range

She think I'ma bite, she gon' ride me
I'm the man in my city fuck a high, p
I'm the man in my city, who gon' sign me?
On the road chasing paper where you find me

Started from the bottom now we way up (way up)
And I got the baddest bitches staged up (staged up)
Ain't no fucking playing we ain't gameboys
Now we got a name they wanna frame us

They say that you keep a third eye
All these niggas ain't gon' ride
All these hoes gon' wanna sign
Now they playing both sides
Met a nigga traumatized
Mama told me, "Bae don't cry"
Now, they gon' whippin' a pie

Feelin' me bruh?
It's the street life
You know nuttin' 'bout that
Stay on the push, live rough
Rough!
I done it like that



Credits
Writer(s): Mats Valentin, Adam Simon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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