Way Up
Yea, lets get it
Lets get it, lets get it
Yea, yayayayayauh
Sweetapple Wes
Oh, can't forget D.J Satan
Ay, ay
Whats happenin
Its Wes and i'm back on tracks again
Tell these motherfuckers im back again
Just hope I lose, they some fools
They never wanna see you win
Ain't got time, man i'll see you later
Say goodbye to all you haters
Got a baby no incubator
Servin dope rhymes like waiters
Yes Wes caters
Hol up, lemme break it down for a minute
Had a lot of doubt, had to throw it out, pour it out
For my homies buried six deep
Havin fucked dreams, man i'm never gunna sleep
Wonderin if my girl cheats
Ain't nothin but demons under these sheets
Get the fuck off the street
Put my soul on the beat
Do i dare to preach
Hopin its you i reach for real
Tell me how ya feel
Baby is it real
Huntin million dolla deals
Yea ain't gotta lotta time
I'm writin hella rhymes
Ain't never seen me shine
Will i ever stop the grind
Shit i tell em like
Oh no
Yeah i got that woah woah
I heard you poppin pills
Well i got em for the low low
I did it on the dolo
They didn't even know tho
Never ridin clean
Gettin tired of ridin solo
Yea i can take you way up
If ya wanna get ya weight up
She wanna see the world
I can show you what its made of
I got you like a layup
Im tryna get my pay up
Yea, he can get you high, see
But i can take you way up, way up, way up
Old soul, with a gold potent flow
Sorry y'all man that's all i know
Ready to blow like cocaine
More like propane, light the gas explode
Middle of the night, its thoughts i smoke
Never choke when i'm sittin, gettin high by the note
Just take my time, perfect the rhyme
I know it's unheard of, the way that i murda
It never occured to me, all been a blur to me
Flowin absurdly, goat yeah i'm sure to be
Never quite sure where these words will take me
Try to spit it out, they regurgitate me
Tired of gettin this weight off my chest
When it comes to the sess know we smokin the best
I treat with respect, tongue kissin ya neck
Wes sweet intellect when it comes to the sex
And im laid back with the same cats
In a snapback, sick of wack rap
Yea you know we finna slay that
Spit a hundred rounds on the playground
But im never pistol pumpin, always up to somethin
Open these minds that are bible thumpin
Thinkin everyone just wanna fight for somethin
Cry for somethin, get high for somethin
I'm way up, like i already died for somethin, for real
Tell me how ya feel
Baby is it real
Huntin million dolla deals
Ain't gotta lotta time
I'm writin hella rhymes
Ain't never seen me shine
Will i ever stop the grind
Shit i tell em like
Oh no
Yeah i got that woah woah
I heard you poppin pills
Well i got em for the low low
I did it on the dolo
They didn't even know tho
Never ridin clean
Gettin tired of ridin solo
Yea i can take you way up
If ya wanna get ya weight up
She wanna see the world
I can show you what its made of
I got you like a layup
Im tryna get my pay up
Yea, he can get you high, see
But i can take you way up, way up, way up
Lets get it, lets get it
Yea, yayayayayauh
Sweetapple Wes
Oh, can't forget D.J Satan
Ay, ay
Whats happenin
Its Wes and i'm back on tracks again
Tell these motherfuckers im back again
Just hope I lose, they some fools
They never wanna see you win
Ain't got time, man i'll see you later
Say goodbye to all you haters
Got a baby no incubator
Servin dope rhymes like waiters
Yes Wes caters
Hol up, lemme break it down for a minute
Had a lot of doubt, had to throw it out, pour it out
For my homies buried six deep
Havin fucked dreams, man i'm never gunna sleep
Wonderin if my girl cheats
Ain't nothin but demons under these sheets
Get the fuck off the street
Put my soul on the beat
Do i dare to preach
Hopin its you i reach for real
Tell me how ya feel
Baby is it real
Huntin million dolla deals
Yea ain't gotta lotta time
I'm writin hella rhymes
Ain't never seen me shine
Will i ever stop the grind
Shit i tell em like
Oh no
Yeah i got that woah woah
I heard you poppin pills
Well i got em for the low low
I did it on the dolo
They didn't even know tho
Never ridin clean
Gettin tired of ridin solo
Yea i can take you way up
If ya wanna get ya weight up
She wanna see the world
I can show you what its made of
I got you like a layup
Im tryna get my pay up
Yea, he can get you high, see
But i can take you way up, way up, way up
Old soul, with a gold potent flow
Sorry y'all man that's all i know
Ready to blow like cocaine
More like propane, light the gas explode
Middle of the night, its thoughts i smoke
Never choke when i'm sittin, gettin high by the note
Just take my time, perfect the rhyme
I know it's unheard of, the way that i murda
It never occured to me, all been a blur to me
Flowin absurdly, goat yeah i'm sure to be
Never quite sure where these words will take me
Try to spit it out, they regurgitate me
Tired of gettin this weight off my chest
When it comes to the sess know we smokin the best
I treat with respect, tongue kissin ya neck
Wes sweet intellect when it comes to the sex
And im laid back with the same cats
In a snapback, sick of wack rap
Yea you know we finna slay that
Spit a hundred rounds on the playground
But im never pistol pumpin, always up to somethin
Open these minds that are bible thumpin
Thinkin everyone just wanna fight for somethin
Cry for somethin, get high for somethin
I'm way up, like i already died for somethin, for real
Tell me how ya feel
Baby is it real
Huntin million dolla deals
Ain't gotta lotta time
I'm writin hella rhymes
Ain't never seen me shine
Will i ever stop the grind
Shit i tell em like
Oh no
Yeah i got that woah woah
I heard you poppin pills
Well i got em for the low low
I did it on the dolo
They didn't even know tho
Never ridin clean
Gettin tired of ridin solo
Yea i can take you way up
If ya wanna get ya weight up
She wanna see the world
I can show you what its made of
I got you like a layup
Im tryna get my pay up
Yea, he can get you high, see
But i can take you way up, way up, way up
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Sweetapple
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