Moving On Up

Shit, I been down
I been up
I had the devil in my cup
I took the hard road when
Everybody else took the easy way
That old single wide
Daddy's gone
Mama tried
He know I'm wrong
Hell, I stood ten toes
And all my friends know
That I'ma be down
No matter how high my rent goes
I been awesome
And about to get mine
And I ain't afraid to change
In the drop of a dime
I said the people closest to me
Think I'm out of my mind
I'll outwork work'em
All'em combined
I heard they say
Fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
It took a whole lot of tryin'
Just to get up that hill
(Get up that hill)
Well now we're up in the big leagues
(In the big leagues)
Did not turn out bad
When I knock this motherfucker
Out of the park
I swear I ain't turning back
Now hey
If I go, it's top rope like Macho
To sell bowls with crack heads
And grind bones
Every beat, I kill it
Turn it to John Doe
I'm Chris 1 with a Mac-10
And the blinds closed
I ride slow, I pass by like Five Oh
My mind's froze
It's 38, letting five go
If I'm not in the top five
It's a typo
If y'all dope, I don't see it
My eyes closed
And I'm not adjusting my ISO
You should check out my slideshow
I'm Hanzo with a blade performing Lipo
This nine blow
Put you in another time zone
If y'all pressured
You barely making a rhinestone
You drop the wrong shit?
I crack'em like an iPhone
With them guys slow
Connecting with them's a dialtone
You'll die alone
And I'm getting higher than Dow Jones
Mama said I'm a foul mouth
Writtin' checks that my ass can't cash
But we can take that sum'bitch
To the bank right now
I give you truth
If you thinking it's cash
Shit, they say
Fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
It took a whole lot of tryin'
Just to get up that hill
Well, now we're up in the big leagues
Did not turn out bad
When I knock this motherfucker
Out of the park
I swear ain't turning back
They say
Fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
(On a grill)
It took a whole lot of tryin'
Just to get up that hill
(Get up that hill)
Well now we're up in the big leagues
Did not turn out bad
When I knock this motherfucker
Out of the park
I swear I ain't turning back
Now now
Mama said I'm a foul mouth
Writin' checks that my ass can't cash
But we could take that that sum'bitch
To the bank right now
I give you truth
If you thinking it's cash



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Writer(s): Ryan M Fleming
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