Lyrics:
fact all the people with soul in this
A little Mahalia Jackson in there
One more, Lucille!
Take it easy now, ah!
You know, I imagine a lot
fact all the people with soul in this
A little Mahalia Jackson in there
One more Lucille, take it easy now
You know, I've met a lot of you months
Sammy, a little
Ray Charles, in fact all the people with soul in
This.
A little Mahalia Jackson in there.
One more, Lucille!
Take it easy now.
"It's time for me to be moving on"
[Chorus]
Dirty city, this is a dirty town
Where's the pity, I can't move on up to higher ground
I spoke to my
Door number two
It's for you, little lady
Is it all that you dreamed of?
How, if I knew, would've been there waiting
I'd have screamed out and jumped
Forty
Yeah
Okay okay
Aye
Michael Jackson when I'm stepping, Michael Jackson when I move
Every night a Thriller when you stepping how Forty do
Jack
that bitch, and it ain't no asking why they all on my tip
'Cause I get them Benjamins and Jacksons and they all in my grip
Tell me who you know could
if I wanted to
If I die up here that's fine by me at least I enjoyed the view
Take, take, take
Take me up a little higher higher higher
Take, take,
to do it grab the gas and the matches and start the fire
Take it up a little higher! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!
[CHORUS 2X]
grab the gas and the matches and start the fire
Take it up a little higher! YEAH, YEAH, YEAH!!
[CHORUS 2X]
like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, a champion
What up Nicki? it's nasty yeah yeah yeah
I saw my first two million
group 4
And you got defeat by the one u need 2 for
These other spitters ain't hot they are lukewarm
Have you ever seen a grime spirit in it's true form
and I'm feelin irate
Wanna try me, pussy nigga die, we
slide up in the club, ready collide, wanna get wildin
Highly intoxicated, fucked up that firey
Look like Janet Jackson
That bitch came over lookin'
More like Freddie Jackson
Nah, nah, nah, baby
Won't be no time for no action
I'm just gon' play this
finesse
Pull up and rock with the set
I just gotta go higher
Smokin' that backwood a little
Never that man in the middle
Play with the gang you get fiddled
your top and dump bullets
Yeah, I see y'all cowards like to wear vests
Well, I'm a aim a little higher, like for your neck
I puff lye
I'm a lift
to have breakfast in his dressing room
Knock, knock 5 minutes to chew
Go to make up then it's time to hear,
Take 1, take 2 everybody's telling him what
Jump higher, get louder
Next move within the next hour
Everybody got select powers
Some sweet some get sour
Get louder, jump higher
Set it off just
up the posse, It's time to get drippin'
I'm freakin' each sunroof, to keep ya suckers trippin'
Everybody's lookin', if your jealous, turn around
your top and dump bullets
Yeah, I see y'all cowards like to wear vests
Well, I'm a aim a little higher, like for your neck
I puff lye
I'm a lift
100 pints in, 100 pints gone
Trampoline trap, jumping to the moon
I make that pack boom, I be done by noon
I make 50 racks, in like 2 days
Got my
and desires,
right here, right now,
in this little section.
I have been in showbusiness
for 10 years and every time
I have to go back on the stage
I have this
the baker's thumbs
I bake the cake, get two of them for one
Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son
Uh, I'll show you how to do this son
Young don't mess
step we'll climb into the light
[Verse 2]
Every little failure is a lesson learned
Don't need to rush it no bridges burned
One step at a time don't lose
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