Goin' Up

I'm a tyrant in a terrorist land Foreign soldier that never left Pakistan
Bet a million, I could stack a grand Boy, please, we don't cheat like a Pakistan
Wait, watch to the left, man From D'Lamo in D'Lamo, don't raise no rats, man
Going in to the clock hand Even then, tell God that we got sins

Four friends in the photo bins Four foes turn foes in the photo stands
Plus, blow cuss like Sinatra push Blue Glock with the top on shush
Shotting bullets coming out of your bush Throw your thoughts out right over your Nike Swoosh
And I'm the truest MB3, you're on fire, that's how we do it

That was Angel, that might be Truant Two bangers, they'll hunt and shoot it
Born a top shotter, throw me in a pot No grease, enchilada
Every sister car seat, baby, three venerata Mama say I'm on fire, I'm the neighborhood supplier
And I tell her I'ma get it, I'ma grind till I die And I still pour paint for my killer in the sky

If I'm real, then you know it, if I'm not, you a lie
Guns supersize, I got money on the rise I remember 99, I was bunny on the grind
That's before Mama Shon, Christianae, Uncle Quan I was out doing crime, putting bodies on the line
Let the doc zip you up, cause the block hit you up I'll lay your ass down, have pops pick you up

9illionaires in the building on the block, think it's fucked
Hundred thou in the pocket and the Glock loaded up
You can catch me on the top, in the spot, posted up
Hyundai going up

NB3, the streets favourite audie
Hyundai going up
Hyundai going up
NB3, the streets favourite audie

NB3, the streets favourite audie
Hyundai going up
Hyundai going up
Hyundai going up

Hyundai going up
Hyundai going up