WAY UP

Yeah
I'm way up, yeah
You can find me up there
I'm way up, yeah
You can find me up here

I'm way up, yeah
I'm way up, yeah

Man I'm so up
I don't need balloons
Paid 25
For the pantaloons
But I got big dreams, aye
Me riding clean, aye
Smoking hella green, aye
Stacking Maxo Cream, aye

In the mental, though
That shit surreal
Just grew my wings
Seems my days surreal
But the pain run deep
I'm just tryna heal
Working 40 large
On the hamster wheel
Euro-step the hate
Like I'm in the H
Seems I got no help
Word to Bradley Beal
Like ugh
Yeah

I'm way up, yeah
You can find me up there
I'm way up, yeah
You can find me up here

I'm way up, yeah
You can find me up there
I'm way up, yeah
You can find me up here

Lemme bring a little soul
I'm just flowing off the dome now
Damn, I been through it
They respect me in my hometown
Pull up
Smoke up
Then I roll out
Remember me as the dude who never sold out
Dudes stay biting but I kill it with my own style
I've lost track of the time
But I'll stay for a while
Gotta catch this flight
I been stuck in my head
Stack this money for my family and friends
Living on the edge
I don't fuck with the feds
And I pray that I'm done
But the kid won't end
Hit a spliff at a red light
Sip a 40 get my head right
No, the time won't slow
It'll blow right by
Type of shit make you wanna roll the dice
Used to look at the sky bumpin' All the Dice
I was sure by the time I was 25
I would whip off the lot in a Range Rover
And that shit ain't changed, bout ta take over
Just gave my vision a makeover
All the chips on the table
Got dropped to the bottom of the mount
Now I'm headed to the top with no label
I don't waste my time on nothing
Captain the ship, no bluffing
When I pull on the lot I'm leaving in something
Windows rolled down you can see what I'm puffing

Yeah
I'm way up, yeah
You can find me up there
I'm way up, yeah
You can find me up here

I'm way up, yeah
You can find me up there
I'm way up, yeah



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Writer(s): Austin Druse
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