Lyrics:
the way up
Fuck all the bullshit
Just see clouds
Fuck all the bullshit
Go all the way up
Go all the way up
Blow your mind like dynamite
Too quick to fight
the way up
Fuck all the bullshit
Just see clouds
Fuck all the bullshit
Go all the way up
Go all the way up
Blow your mind like dynamite
Too quick to fight,
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (music's getting louder)
Hug me baby, I'm a make you
We get to recordin' on 3, 2, 1 action
Paparazzi got them cameras all flashin'
Goin' for a ride so, make sure your belt's fastened
Don't run through
I never had a way, I think I struggled every day
Talking to God I'm hoping he could do some magic
Hoping to get paid and then take all my stress
Jackson was a biker he was tough as nails
I saw him stop a bar room brawl all by himself
He earned his crown the hard way
And man Ill tell the truth
See you as an obstacle then I get by you
I was drowning in the bayou
Crashed the car got one wheel left
Look it's unicycle
Premonition skipped
trouxleman signed to the biggest bag by the muhfucking way
Yeah, I got 50 flows, seeimsayin y
Can't wait to do 50 shows, yeah
I can talk to you bout my losses,
make sure that I'm not looking all the way
You know what I'm sayin'
I got six feet gang or I don't even know where
I got six bands pull up to my realty
I still do this shit for lord
Aight
Student trapper
Went to Jackson State
Package on the way
It's on the state
P's up on the play
A case of purple
Michael Jackson Bad
All de manz dem trips every time they walk by
Yes me blow dem a kiss and I tell dem bye bye
Come in know say that you neva seen a gyal
that's pretend
Y'all niggas lame, y'all niggas gay in love with men
On the gang I don't play, kill that boy any expense and by the way
A fuck nigga might
Go crazy bout da bands run it gingerbread man
Run as fast as you can, get as many bags as you can
Don't you ever show your hand, niggas pinchin like
you win
Elevate on all these niggas
Watch these hoes start flocking in
I Get that bag stash the cash
Run it back double again
In the field like
the way)
Michael Jackson, go to Neverland
Drop a bag on your ass, I got hella bands
Couple shooters with me like the Taliban
We can drive state-to-state
Woah, woah
Ay, yeah, run up a check like Nike (like Nike, yeah)
Got all of my brothers, all of my hitters beside me (beside me)
Ay, yeah run up
Willy with a really wooly willy
And I bypass the bouncer
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser
Look at all of Bo's hoes
Looking for a ride
Willy with a really wooly willy
And I bypass the bouncer
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser
Look at all of Bo's hoes
Looking for a ride
a really wooly willy.
And I bypass the bouncer,
Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser.
Look at all of Bo's hoes
Looking for a ride on Bo's
up all of my brain
By the way
You don't hear a single
Word I say
But that's not my problem
Jackson
Jackson
Oh where have you been
You been
I want
I
Young niggas running the world like the Jacksons
Making this money my passion
He tried to line me, got turned to past-tense
Damn
What happened
These
on closed curtains
And that Maybach, let me take em way back
When I was starving that was payback
Nigga where that cake at?
Murder all your artists
eating cakes
But only because
He'd run out of cakes
But Jackie Jackson was a greedy boy
Yes, he said, "I've not had enough
I think that I could eat
the feet
Playing by my own rules so I don't never have to cheat
Make em run that shit back Devin Hester on repeat
Jackson Woods Jordan James nigga all my
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