Lift Em Up (feat. Swizz Beatz & Benny The Butcher)

It's only right

(Ayy, araab, what we doin', huh?)

Gotta talk about this money (Goddamn it, say)

I've been hearin' spirits, I'm talkin' to ghosts (I hear 'em)

Life been kind of different, I parked up a Ghost (Skrrt)

I never been religious, won't talk to the Pope (I won't)

The water calm me down, we could talk on the boat (Come on)

The ocean got me cool, we could talk on the yacht (Come on)

I see him posted on the corner, can't talk on the block (We off this)

My pockets got the mumps, I've been walkin' with knots

We really from the dirt, we've been rollin', just wanted to rock (Rollin')

My mama kicked me out, I just wanted a spot (Hey, mama)

**** tried to jump me, I wanted a Glock (Fall fever)

I ain't know what time it was, I just wanted a clock

No disrespect to Diddy, I never wanted Cîroc (I ain't want it)

That vodka make me throw up like a banshee, **** (Damn)

Pull up with more Cookies than your pantry, ****

I never ran from ****, Black Lives Matter, I took a stand with ****

Shout out to my mama and my pop, y'all made a handsome ****

Never dance with ****, eggs in the mornin' was scramblin', ****

Just thinkin' about that crib out in the Hamptons, **** (Uh)

I was rockin' Coogi, now my life a movie, make sure you bring your camera with you

I'm good all by myself, ain't gotta stand with **** (Dolo)

The homie died, I was devastated (Dev'), a opp died and we celebrated

You wifed her, she a slide, I know you devastated (Ah)

I used to live my life in a rush, now I got better patience (Slow down)

Spirits talking to me (Ayy), I can't shake 'em, I'm devastated

We gon' lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today

Just because he wanna talk fly today

Knowing damn well he could die today

Now his ash up and it fly away

Lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today

Now he wanna blame he was high today

Lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today, today

The Butcher comin', ****

I'm from Western New York where the powder come soft

The city where OJ Simpson ran two thousand plus yards

And the tourists never visit, the dope boys six figures up

But keep grindin' 'cause that quarter ain't a million

Where the alphabet boys snap them pics when they slide through

We made the strip look like a Chick-fil-A drive-thru

So this verse, I'm ventin' 'cause if I don't get no therapy

It's gon' be black-whip spinnin' and funeral attendin'

Paranoia and light sleep been wearin' on me life deep

I'm in every ghetto like Arizona Ice Tea

Soprano gang, you're not a boss unless you handle things

We old gangsters like the Lucky Luciano days

Street execs, godfathers

Eyes shut, prayin' this beat will just turn my chain to DMX dog collar

Born scholars who turn true stories to more dollars

This pump knock you fifteen yards like a horse-collar

Every other year, need a Benz I could crawl out of

Sad, only broke **** think money can solve problems

We gon' lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today

Just because he wanna talk fly today

Knowing damn well he could die today

Now his ash up and it fly away

Lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today

Now he wanna blame he was high today

Lift 'em up, up, up, up in the sky today, today

Yeah, damn, woo

Yeah

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Yeah, damn, woo