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All the Way Up
Slim Thug
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I'm all the way up can't nothing stop me
I hustle too hard can't nothing top me
Sold a double R bought more property
Trying to buy the city like I'm playing Monopoly
Boss life I know the city see us
I know on the low them haters want to be us
Ball hard still give back
Why not sell houses if you can sell crack
Why not be the boss and watch your paper stack
Why not buy houses up in the hood back
Thinking like the mob
More money more problems but we stay up on our jobs
My safe will fill a Brinks truck up
Since I been a teen I been all the way up nigga
Yeah look we all the way up
Look look I brought my grey cup
Hit it look it match the grey tape
Slim I'm from the Southside
I will jam anything from Face to Coldplay
Look I was born in Bright Gate
OT used to chop me
My cousin's on Van Fleet he put me onto botany
I'm just playing with the beeper
Crease running down my sneaker
Stay up all night just to stay up on you people
What you eat don't make me shit
What you do don't make me quit
I don't play tag shit I hustle 'til I'm it
I'm legit check my shit
Everything that I drop got a kick
I'm a blessing like when the Green Mile getting sick
Where the clique? I need a bottle count
I'ma bounce on this beat like a ball going out of bounds
Like a check when a thot don't know how to count
Like a shooter when his pistol running out of rounds
I'm out of town headlining off in Memphis
Then we back door in Jackson, Mississippi said they miss me
I'm 'bout to pour up a new cup
Nothing can stop me for life bitch I'm all the way up
I'm an H-Town Mexican sitting crooked with his deuce up
Mobbing in the whip same color as a Kool Kup
Stopping at the light chain hanging like a kite
If the sun hit your bitch then I forgot to put my roof up
Two-seater truck I got issues being cooped up
She just want a dollar I'ma throw it 'til it's scooped up
No hands out homie I just stand out
Let my trunk wave and you would think I brought a band out
Look what money might make me do
Shit if I die just know I buried loot
Rubber bands popping every time I got to carry loot
Dog I'm so fly my action figure got a parachute
Big cake residue thumbing through a birthday
If it ain't 'bout no cash why we speaking in the first place?
They know I'ma murder any minute when the worst way
Imagine what my shit like this is just a Thursday
I ain't here for games but I'm Yachty with the wordplay
Y'all gon' make me have to talk to you like I'm Birdman
You ain't gotta like me just respect what I earned man
'Cause I'll take your whole career and throw it on a shirt man
It hurt man so you gotta work man
Talk down and they gon' leave you singing like a church man
Sharpshooter, dirt flame, hot boy, Turk gang
If you don't know the clique then you can read it on my shirt man
Hold up