ONLY GOIN' UP

Yo

Just say what I fucking want, man, I don't know
I been too far through the past, you was but there ain't shit to do but run it back
I ain't the same kid I was then but just for the team, I'm still tryna get plays
Name a heart, a duo D and W, you know you can and that's a fact
Keep getting high, drop all the time but I'm not a good liar
Getting picked now so I got new attire
Gotta go hard on my homie retired

Go off with my twin, too many losses, took it to the chairs
Gotta bounce harder, I know we gon' win
I'm a better man now, but shit was better then
Tryna do this shit the past seven years
How I ain't shit, but still better than all my peers
Really don't make sense, but ain't shit, be clear
But I'm gon' be alright with blood, sweat, and tears
Got a new watch on my wrist, I've been gleaming
Got Jesus' peace for my neck, keep it peacing

I'ma go hard the next year's my season
Lay in love now, but I got my good reasons
Waking back up, it's been more than a minute
Thought we fell off, but it's just the beginning
Shot down to Charlotte, running out my digits
Back on the mic, I put me on a mission

Only going up from here
Chains hanging from my neck like a chandelier
When I got my first check, I almost shed a tear
I've been trying to do this shit for about seven years
Push the button to put the bitch in the second gear
Roll the budget but we only smoke gas in here
If you ain't with us then you cannot come near
'Cause like I said before we only going up from here

I'm swinging my stick on the runway
Fly with diamonds, they sit on my neck and they melt like a sundae
And the boy got a problem, I promise I'm solving that shit by next Monday
If they tryna hit it, the boy, we hittin' him back, so don't front

Caught him down bad on his off day
Don't give a fuck what the law say
I just flew in from New York, and we got too much room in this lost space, yeah
Big CEO, I be movin' legit, that's why all these rappers still be on my dick
I'm lettin' it hit, the chopper got Randy's
Yo ass can get big

I'm in the kitchen, I'm mixing the shit like a remix
With the four Darby's speeding
Didn't even stick the keys in
I just be doing whatever, I don't ever need me a reason
We posted up in four seasons
Better than the Ozbeck and better than the Ozbeck and fuck
We trying to get even

If you care about yourself, then don't get involved
Give a fuck about a budget, I max out the cart
When I pull up and step in the mall
I'ma skid on these bitches like Vans, only time I've been known to go off of the walls
I'ma call up the plug like JG Wentworth, 877-HASH-NOW (fuck)

Only going up from here
Chains hanging from my neck like a chandelier
When I got my first check, I almost shed a tear
I've been trying to do this shit for about seven years
Push a button and put the bitch in the second gear
Roll the budget, but we only smoke gas in here
If you ain't with us then you cannot come near
'Cause like I said before we only going up from here

I'm swinging my stick on the runway
Fly with diamonds, they sit on my neck and they melt like a sundae
If the boy got a problem, I promise I'm solving that shit by next Monday
If they tryna hit it, the boy, we hittin' them back, so don't fret, eh
Yeah