ROSE.

We rose all this way up
Sippin' on the double cup
Now its
Fake hoes with face masks
Confront them cant face facts
I'm the real deal you cant fake that
Real tough but still laidback
I don't want them face tats
Just green paper and pay cheques
Blunt burning got my face red
Wish I knew how to raise dead
Rest in peace to all my homies
Still love and praise them
Flexin' bout your fake threads
Baked out I'm caked out
Ain't worried bout your fake threats
Come at us we stay strapped

Burn up the atmosphere
Burn up the atmosphere
I'm sorry for not taking your shitty advice
I can send you to the stratosphere
So quit playing (Yeah)
So quit playing (Yeah)
So quit playing (Yeah)
So quit playing (Yeah)

Some said I couldn't do it (Fuck 'em)
I still went up and did it (Yeah)
Now they wanna hang (Wha-)
Bitch who are you fooling
Some said I couldn't do it (Fuck 'em)
I still went up and did it (Yeah)
Now they wanna hang (Wha-)
Bitch who you fooling (Yeah)

We rose all this way up
Sippin' on the double cup
We had those corners really cut
Crew clean like a stubble cut
Audition for these girls with bubble butts
They better buckle up
My stats could buy 'em the world
But fuck the numbers they could never match my worth
Fuck your opinion I just heard the call of god (Yeah)
Ain't exactly lenient but imma just say mazel tov (Yeah)
Make one phone call get your house molotoved (Yeah)
This the smoke you don't want
You just baby boy (Yeah)

Burn up the atmosphere
Burn up the atmosphere
I'm sorry for not taking your shitty advice
So quit playing (Yeah)
So quit playing (Yeah)
So quit playing (Yeah)
So quit playing (Yeah)

Some said I couldn't do it (Fuck 'em)
I still went up and did it (Yeah)
Now they wanna hang (Wha-)
Bitch who are you fooling
Some said I couldn't do it (Fuck 'em)
I still went up and did it (Yeah)
Now they wanna hang (Wha-)
Bitch who you fooling (Yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Abdullah Anjum
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