Going Up

Tired of too too stressing
Need something, need some blessing
Been hungry, feeding on cess
But I'm getting that work, let's get it
One trip to link with my brother
Hacer Fuego the studio session
Then we freeze it, and get on another
Give the fire department a lesson
Yeah that's an F for finessing
All my G's don't go fuckin' with guessing
That's a G cos they're gang in this bitch
And they felt how I felt so I'm telling
How I'm building and better progressing
On the empire cashing a cheque in
Had it tatted I knew I was wrecking
So I'm guessing I cannot forget it, yeah

Too blessed finessed that stressing
Beat jumping, fire like Wesson
Still hungry for successes
But I'm getting that work with my bredrins
We too heat to cocky
Leave smoke in the booth, you can't see shit properly
Hit clubs on a lean and bop he
Got your legs them feeling wobbly
Trippy the hippie I bill up a hotty
Then I smoke that shit to the doggy
The yak got me feeling groggy
Still a veteran with this pen
Wouldn't care about catching that body
Cus my flow with a mics too lethal
Take boo new heights that's regal
I can tell she been doing them kegels yeah



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Writer(s): Liam Lorence
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