Going Up

Listen Bae
I apologize if I hurt ya feelings
But when it comes to us
We gotta split like long division
Don't care if its 4th & inches
I ain't going for it
Should've chose my intuition
When you showed me you was trippin' like you foreign
Boarding planes like you touring
When you know you can't afford it
Got me feeling like a simp cuz I support it
Keep you in designer
Can't buy me a pair of Jordans
Won't even share my music never been to a performance
Blowing up my phone when you know I be recording
Just cuz I'm Florida think its sweeter than an orange
Say you off the chain well baby girl I'm off the door hinge
Sad it came to this but I can't keep up with the torment
Break up out these shackles get to running like Forrest
Catch me on the boulevard Scat Pack floorin'
Mandalorian, Baby Yoda on my side
Grey Delorean feel like I'm going back in time

Now listen baby imma run it back from the beginning
Said I apologize if I truly hurt ya feelings
You be focused on my time
I'm focused on these millions
Even if you don't respect my grind imma still go and get it
Throwin' dirt all on my name oh baby no you didn't
Think imma fall for that again
You thought you caught me slippin'
Sayin I was 2nd fiddle like I'm Scottie Pippen
Sent me back to the future double cup and sippin'
Laced in Supreme balanced triple beam
Coke white air forces gotta keep em clean
Bout my dollar like Dame hook like Kareem
92 Dream Team gold medal tings
Just Another Cool Kidd from The Boulevard
Get outta pocket catcha rocket no Olijawhan
Run up Team Rocket out the pocket get em Bulbusaur
Shoulda stayed on track but time has run its course



Credits
Writer(s): Rackeem Taylor
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