1up

[Verse 1: Jah-Monte Ogbon]
You see what's going on over here
Million dollar shit for real
Greatest ever
Hey
Hold on

I been this way since reading scriptures before I left for school
I always stand the test of time you more like tasteless food
On a chase to this money we wearing racing shoes
Queen fix my plate of food, thoughts for the watch nothing to say to fools
Gotta split these masters to fractions
Rock with me and gain some traction just make sure your seatbelt fastened
Never bagged a bitch about no closure
Never did no verses for exposure (fuck I look like nigga?)
I'm up, need them amounts in my account
Ain't trying to sign with no Steve Stout
Book myself, there's no bringing out
When I come to your city fuck reaching out
The rat-a-tat with me, wherever I'm at know where it's at with me
Put my first vinyl on ice, now I can auction something
If they ain't playing me then pass the aux to someone
Lost one but I just bought me one
Throwaways I just copped me one, mac daddy
Counting white runts in a black caddy

[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]
It's that horn for real
Sheesh
Certain shit not meant for your energy
For 13 years I been working like there's ten of me
Niggas coming at my head is a win for me
And definitely a loss for you, slugs will get sent for free
The payment was sent five days ago, I spray the globe, to each his own
Victor own the throne out in Mexico
There he go spazzing again, I did a show with all my fake friends
Didn't need to sneak all of the ks in the canines and nine-to-fives
Rocking the Jordan 5s smoking a blunt that look bigger than a hornet hive
I just wanna ride divide that by six and get a crazy number
Moonrock with the purple punch and have a lazy summer
Man our was done eight hundred sessions ago
I'm still out here blessing the folks
Excellent flow, can't mess with the crow
Put motherfuckers in [?] put the x in the snow
When it's cold as eskimo toes we open doors to feel a breeze
And mother fuckers will still steal your heeys
Sheesh
God damn
That's definitely that one nigga