Way Up

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Bizzle]
G.O.M. (G.O.M.), put on for the squad (Yeah)
We go in (We go in), do it for the God (Yeah)
If I go (If I go), then I'm going hard (Uh)
Boy, you know me (Boy, you know me), HOG. for the MOB (Yeah!)
Fit up, then get up and go (Go), fill up, to pick up and roll (Roll)
You gon' get this work (Work), get lit up and hit up the show (Skirt!)
Man, they already know who the realest, but, they say it's too religious (Uh)
Drake dropped "God's Plan", you were with it, now, you lookin' too suspicious (Uh)
I am blessed, never had luck, you a tad much superstitious (Yeah)
You ain't the man, bro, 'cause you pick a bag up, boy, what you doin' with it? (Uh)
Stack up, and you be cool a minute, get your hands cuffed, and you get threw in prison
It's the last supper, you could have some, or you could pass up and you can do the dishes ([?])
Homie, I ain't never change up, been the same since day one
Winter came in the game rippin' JAY, the "Renegade" still the same, ain't budge
Then I went against "Same Love", they played dumb and ain't say much
You tell me who the gangsta? Yeah

[Chorus: Bizzle]
Daddy, let me loose (Loose), they gotta move (Move)
Bishop with the burner, baby (Baby), I got the juice (Got the juice)
They hatin' on my team (On my team) 'cause we the truth (Truth)
Won't He do (Won't He do), and we the proof (Yeah!)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)

[Verse 2: Bizzle]
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First drop, they were like, "Biz, who are you, boy? Get your name up"
Try to hold me down, but, you know me now, look at God, I done came up (Yeah)
They were looking for the sauce, I was cooking for the boss, now, I'm A-1 (Yeah)
Try to keep us out the game, we gon' make it so the game gotta change up (Uh)
Show love to the haters, ayy, then tell 'em where it came from (Uh)
One time for the Maker, ayy, same team, I ain't trade up (Uh)
Christ gang, I don't bang, ayy, I stay in my lane, ayy
Metal tucked like a umbrella, but, I pray it don't rain, ayy
Promise I don't want no smoke (No smoke), but, that ain't really what you want, too (No)
'Cause everybody got they own folk that'll make a move if you want to (Yeah)
The problem is, you probably think I'm afraid, and in a way, that's so true (True)
But, I ain't afraid you'll smoke me, dog, I'm afraid I'll smoke you (Yeah!)
I ain't the only one with a family that I gotta make it home to (Yeah)
I need you to make it home, too (Too), they need you to make it home, too (Yeah)
Cats flex for the rap check to make black death look so cool
We just here to make it old news, yeah

[Chorus: Bizzle]
Daddy, let me loose (Loose), they gotta move (Move)
Bishop with the burner, baby (Baby), I got the juice (Got the juice)
They hatin' on my team (On my team) 'cause we the truth (Truth)
Won't He do (Won't He do), and we the proof (Yeah!)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)

[Verse 3: Sevin]
(For real) Ayy (Ayy)
For Christ (Uh huh), I paid the whole price on my whole life, no cheap skatin' (Nah)
Glow like there ain't no light (That's right), no ice, but, I'm peace makin' (Ching!)
HOGs grind, boy, I eat bacon (Uh huh), fault lines, so, I keep quakin' (Come on!)
And the way I make these bars connect, I'm a architect, no Freemason
Ah! We baboons to them poodles (Yeah)
I need lots of steak on my pasta plate, I go swagu on them noodles
We go rounds for that gold crown (Ah!), we don't slow down, we accelerate (Come on)
So, keep tellin' Satan I'm elevatin' (Uh huh), even though he be hella hatin'
Step your game up, and quit bellyachin' (*Laughing*), go hard, or hit the casa, brah (Yeah)
Yo, bubble up ain't a double up, well, uh, you ain't no hustler (For real)
Huh, see, I'm in the game like a right guard (Yeah)
They could lock me up in a psych ward (What?), and I'll still be screamin' out "Christ's Lord" ("Christ's Lord!")
String me up by my mic chord (Yeah), really, it will be a honor to go (Uh huh)
'Cause the way that they be jokin' about your Word got 'em thinkin' the Church is a comedy show
Never been and I'll never fold (Nah uh), if they snatch me up, or I'm dead and cold
The Gospel of Yahshua's still the greatest story ever told!

[Chorus: Bizzle]
Daddy, let me loose (Loose), they gotta move (Move)
Bishop with the burner, baby (Baby), I got the juice (Got the juice)
They hatin' on my team (On my team) 'cause we the truth (Truth)
Won't He do (Won't He do), and we the proof (Yeah!)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)
We gon' take 'em way-way-way-way-way-way up (Way up)