Way up ft. Cloud9foreal Lyrics

I've been visualizing this, all the hits and the concerts

Came a long way from the days I had nothing

Been working overtime like some worn out Converse

All Star vision, but the numbers stayed constant

Been down, never lost hope, I aim but got no scope

Ties but got no rope, said a lot, but rarely spoke

I done learned you best not talk, just listen

Soak up the game, bring your dreams into existence

Circle still small, just the real, no addition

Circus play ball, clowns forming coalitions

Steady they all fall, cuz they ain't build for this shit

Trust me when we're done with this, y'all gon' miss it

This that real talk, real walk, got 'em miles on

Still down this path even though my tires blown

Been through thin and thick, but I still got my smile on

Now we're on a winning streak and we still pile on

On my way up, from 'em days pushing packs

Yea we stay up, and we never going back

To them days when I was grinding on my own

Now I'm paid man, see me with my pockets grown

On my way up, from 'em days pushing packs

Yea we stay up, and we never going back

To them days when I was grinding on my own

Now I'm paid man, see me with my pockets grown

That's why I put it on my name, this long time in the game

I been loved and hated the same, plus with all the blame,

But I (haha), got nothing to complain

So I smile in the face of the pain, while I make it rain

Trapped in the marathons, strapped but I'm checked on

Pull a dollar harder, stretch it longer than my bank loans

Yeah, I'm a dog, I bury bones

Bury motherfuckers, then I'm home, then I'm gone

Then I'm soft calm poetry don, but I'm on the run

Check hooks, check baits, check reels, check nets

Check traps, check haters, check rats, check snakes

Check Kendrick, check Drake, check who got the checkmate

Ask me why I do it? I do it for Big L,

I do it for Pac, homie, Biggie and Nipsey

Ghetto kings wrapping it up, but hating took 'em away

Real players in a rigged game, couldn't press replay

But I walk with a vision,(but) mind is a prison (cuz)

Thought is decision, (uh) world with 'em isms (what)

Call with a reason,(yeah) fall in division (man)

Roll with the system and fold your best hand

That's why I'm loud in the industry, dealing with lotta flickery,

Sickery individually or crowds wanna piece of me,

Decently greeting me peaceably, thinking what if dissing me

You wake up in Sicily, buried under the Christmas tree

End of your misery, top-level wizardry

Visibly you missing sleeping with the fish you're history

Does it paint a picture vividly enough for you to see

Fuckin with OGs is bad for your business B

On my way up, from 'em days pushing packs

Yea we stay up, and we never going back

To them days when I was grinding on my own

Now I'm paid man, see me with my pockets grown

On my way up, from 'em days pushing packs

Yea we stay up, and we never going back

To them days when I was grinding on my own

Now I'm paid man, see me with my pockets grown