Goin’ Up
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It's funny though, 'cause uh, some of you industry niggas wish
The street niggas such as myself just, stay at the bottom forever
Just trap ourselves to death, you know what I'm saying? Like
Who y'all rooting for? The judge? The police? Nah, brother, stupid
Uh, baby I'm somethin' else
Papi, this shit trash, I need somethin' else (Bitch)
Is that a bird or a plane? Nah, it's somethin' else
I violate, fuck how your mother felt
I come for self, I want a belt
'Cause when I'm fightin', I swing, it's above the belt (Uh)
The hand that let the pipe that I swing is above the belt (Brr)
You can cry and complain, but it doesn't help
I'm hot-headed (Hot), get this ice in my vein, but it doesn't melt
Life is a game, if you don't like how I play it, run for help
If you don't like how I bake, get to runnin', Yelp (Uh)
Spittin' fire, I'm flamin' in somethin' stealth
There it was, I seen fiends usin' the same needles to share drugs
I been wearin' masks, been wearin' gloves
Longer than your wifey was wearin' UGGs
I been preparin' drugs longer than Funk Flex was wearin' Lugz
No frontin', I'm in your hood goin' huntin'
In a coupe, voice activated with no buttons
You look like you came here to rap
But you just came here to chat, Joe Budden (Funny)
Hold these nuts like you tryna hold somethin'
Bank statements that I paid my dues, I don't owe nothin'
Uh, it's goin' up, it's goin' up (What you mean?)
It's goin' up, it's goin' up (Ayy, uh, uh)
It's goin' up, it's goin' up (Boom)
If it ain't about bread, I ain't showin' up (Nah)
Seen killers kill when I was growin' up (Wow)
Add the bakin' soda, now it's blowin' up (Boom)
It's goin' up, it's goin' up (Boom, boom, boom)
It's goin' up, nigga, uh (Ayy)
Big-ass family, I need mansions
I need my diamonds to keep dancin'
Ask Green Lantern, how many units Oracle 3 scannin' (How many?)
'Cause I'm still under the street lamp in the street lampin' (Word)
.38 Special on the beat, I hand him a street anthem
And a machine handgun, each hand squeeze cannons
With a beam that make it seem like it has a heat lamp in
And these samples need tannin' in the pan like
Candied yam with the steamed salmon
These Grammys'll feed famine, leavin' half the fiends standin'
'Til they hands and feet crampin'
I'm over the stove with at least a half a ki dampened (Splish)
I'm Birdman when the parakeet landin' like (Brr)
What happened to that boy?
But I'm Master P standin' with the masterpiece plan
That I am not a drug dealer, I'm an unlicensed pharmacist
And I'm freelancin', chantin', "Free Manson"
I am ghetto Jesus, could've left Adam and Eve stranded
Weed smugglin', cannabis leaf bandin' (Sheesh)
Can you believe I'm back in the street trappin' with the thieves?
Active with the fiends 'cause I ain't make it to the magazines
Rappin', that's me, nigga
Uh, it's goin' up, it's goin' up (What you mean?)
It's goin' up, it's goin' up (Ayy, uh, uh)
It's goin' up, it's goin' up (Boom)
If it ain't about bread, I ain't showin' up (Nah)
Seen killers kill when I was growin' up (Wow)
Add the bakin' soda, now it's blowin' up (Boom)
It's goin' up, it's goin' up (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
It's goin' up, nigga, uh (Ayy)
Spesh
Guess what? We made it
Real niggas made it out, ha, it's a fact