What Goes Up ft. The Wife Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Growing up I always different
But I was just me
I really never new the difference
I wanted to be cool
Like the other kids in school
But I would act a fool
Damn I guess I lack the tools
My parents did their best
To keep me dressed fresh
But my clothes never matched
And my hats were wack
After class all the bully's
Would start picking on me
That's about the time that
I started getting ornery
I would sit calmly
In the back of a dark room
Plotting my revenge while
I laughed at cartoons
I was still a young buck
Puberty would start soon
Thinking to myself damn
I'll be in a car soon
I'll be getting all girls if
I get a dope whip
Omg I'm dying bruh that'll be so lit
Maybe If I'm lucky
I could one to show tits
Ok now here's where the road splits
Watching rap videos
I'm in my teens now
Gold chains and cash stacks
That's in my dreams now
Started moving weight
I'm using a triple beam now
Got the world in my hands
I feel like a king now
Till reality set in
Took L after L
I Couldn't find the next win
Got me a nine
Double m for protection
And started moving even further
In the wrong direction
Now who am I to question
How you live your life
But I knew damn well that
I wasn't living right
The games kind of cool
But fuck the prison life
Ain't nobody out here laughing
When they giving strikes
But you want to be a rapper
And you need some street credit
Otherwise you look pathetic
And nobody will respect it
So you start to do some shit
That you'll regret to get accepted
Then the karma hits you
When you least expect it
Don't forget it
When I tell ya
What goes up
Comes back down
What goes up
Comes back down
What goes comes
Comes back down
What goes up
Comes back down
What goes up
Comes back down
What goes up
Comes back down
What goes comes
Comes back down
What goes up
Comes back down
I guess it's cool to be
A wangsta nowadays
Flexing on the gram like
You making power plays
Bunch of adolescent kids
Acting like they from the hood
With some upper class
Moms and dads
That raised them up good
But he wants to be a rap star
So he trys to act hard
Can't wait to get a crib
And put a pit bull in the backyard
Can't wait to get the black card
And shut down the mall
Pour some lean up in the cup
And then he downs it all
But what goes up
Must come back down
Shots ringing out
He ain't used to that sound
He ain't used to seeing
Mothers cry in a black gown
He ain't used to police
Conducting a pat down
But he's in to deep
So he's keeping it real now
Got beef in the streets
So he's keeping the steel now
Undercovers booked him
DA seeking a deal now
He's facing a felony
Let's see if he squeels now
Either way it's cased closed
He's a dead man walking or
He's wearing state clothes
Judge slammed the gavel
And he said wait no
But that's the game he chose
And I suppose that what goes up
What goes up
Comes back down
What goes up
Comes back down
What goes comes
Comes back down
What goes up
Comes back down
What goes up
Comes back down
What goes up
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What goes comes
Comes back down
What goes up
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