Goin Up

Grrt, baow

Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on the corner (Up)

Bentley Truck, red guts, couple milli' up, could've been a goner (Up)

I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain't no persona (Up)

Richard Mille on my wrist, oh shit, ****, you say what you wanna (Grrt, baow)

I was real from the start, still kinda hard, no love for informers

Been a real ****, still a real ****, they still think I'm a performer

Focus, I better my life (Yeah), ain't have no place on that corner (No)

They so, so mad, so, so mad, but I'ma keep goin' up

Trap for a livin' (Trap), I was flippin' that pack for a livin' (Pack, pack)

Who would of thought it'd be rap for a livin'?

Back in the day I was packin' a Smith & (Grrt, baow)

Make up my mind, then passin' the vision

Who put the block on the maddest petition? (Me)

I ain't even finna act what it isn't

I'm sturdy, gotta move with tactical decisions

Broski really good at scorin', shootin' while it's pourin'

He ain't good at passin' precision

Late nights tryna catch an opp, hit him in his top

Play it cool, get back to the business

Young **** livin' the gang way

Every **** here with me the same way (Okay)

Just a youngin', was playin' that corner (That corner)

Now I'm up and they all on my dangling (My way, oh, oh)

Where I come from, them trenches we "Ooh" shit

I don't care 'bout shit, bitch, I'm ruthless (Ruthless)

Pourin' up, I ain't sippin' no Henny

But I might just roll up gelato to boost it (Boost it)

Suckin' dick, bitch, I buy you a toothpick (Yeah)

I can't argue with you 'cause I poof shit (Yeah)

And that bag look like you on some fool shit (Fuck?)

I'ma still pull a string, no acoustic

Knew when my mama told me I'm a nuisance

It cost a couple thousand to go stupid (Yeah)

Show passed a hundred thousand, are you stupid? (Show)

Straight from the bottom now that youngin too sick

Can't whip a car unless it's in the deuces (Okay)

I'm just a youngin **** livin' life (Okay)

They tryna figure me out like a Rubik's (No)

I dare push it, **** tryna fight (I dare)

They start duckin', duckin' like they gooses (Grrt, bow)

Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on the corner (Up)

Bentley Truck, red guts, couple milli' up, could've been a goner (Up)

I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain't no persona (Up)

Richard Mille on my wrist, oh shit, ****, you say what you wanna (Grrt, bow)

Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on the corner (Up)

Bentley Truck, red guts, couple milli' up, could've been a goner (Up)

I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain't no persona (Up)

Richard Mille on my wrist, oh shit, ****, you say what you wanna