The Way Up

I'm higher, seems like there ain't nothing that can get me down
On fire, seems like there ain't nothing I can't get around

Got people testing my affinity like litmus strips
Now I'm basically acidic when I spit this shit
I'm grinding gears cuz I decided that I'd switch it
My drive ain't for everybody, operating stick shift, uh
You witnesses are watching greatness getting greater
Emerging Victor like an Indiana Pacer
Traded PG13 for rated-R record breaker
Only drinking champagne out a trophy, don't need chaser
I'm like Killer Mike, kill the mic, going all in
I hit like Mike, all my hooks have ladies falling
I got chips like Mike cuz when I shoot I get the ball in
Moonwalking like Mike got me buzzed like I'm Aldrin
I fall into the trap of having too much faith in human beings
The truth being no one is who they seem
They stick to sleeping when your grind is just a dream
Then they change their mind and switch up when you're rich from making cream
I'm only fiending now for health and self-acceptance
Don't need nobody but a chosen few exceptions
I'm in your head when you dream in the bed you slept in
Isn't that ironic? Iconic without a question, uh
My flow demonic, I dealt with the Devil, swindled 'em
Couldn't catch my soul with the cold wind blowing downwind of 'em
Raising stakes to light up a fire with him to kindle 'em
Victory's a breeze and I rack it up like it's Wimbledon

Hey you, I know that bandwagon ain't free
I've been providing for those on their knees
So when I come back 'round, you know that I'm the type to keep the receipts
So when I check up on the way up, I'ma know just who been real with me
(Who been real with me?)

Keeping it popping like kettle corn, pedal to the medal for
All of my people who ride this wave, in all terms of the metaphor
My life is a movie, fuck a Metascore
You will never move me from the road I'm headed for

I'm the type of person to be cruising in the left lane
Passing all the people on the right with only left brain
This is not to say that it is my way or the highway
I'm just done with being weak, I'll end it like it's Friday

Don't know what's above, but I'm loving beneath
I don't know what's below, but it's not up to me
Floating somewhere in the middle with a mirror to see
I'm just vibing with the person that I'm trying to be

I'm higher, seems like there ain't nothing that can get me down
On fire, seems like there ain't nothing I can't get around

Hey you, I know that bandwagon ain't free
I've been providing for those on their knees
So when I come back 'round, you know that I'm the type to keep the receipts
So when I check up on the way up, I'ma know just who been real with me
(Who been real with me?)