[Verse 1]
The realness back
The Ill is back
Runny nose flow cold might chill the track
Or kill the cat
As curiosity
No misogyny
Just monotony til I fade to black Hov
I can't go
I been low as a 6,4
Never bout me whole thing is us
Like how I'm broke at McDonald's in the drive thru ordering dollar menu when I got like 50 bands in the trunk
And I ain't talking bout no circle city kicker
Talking all them chances I was taking with my niggas
Every Saturday in the grotto with the liquor
Call a couple bitches roll a couple swishers
Thinking bout them nights in Chicago off with Ciah
On and off a couch out here cooking with Boi Jeanius
Trying to make classic
While tripping acid
On air mattresses
Actually
Talks with Ashley
Had me asking if
I got lost up on the way up
Back when niggas tried to rob me
Let it spray up
Had me dodging 7 bullets like the matrix
Couple niggas out here hating never say shit
Ana told me Scizzy back to basics
Got me running up tracks chasing checks like Asics
I'm immune to basic
I can't fuck with racist
But these green faces
Got me going crazy yeah
Thinking bout when I was out here in my own way
Having convos here about how I’m gone marry Jae
Replacing her with different women pussy Perrier
The city talking talking bout how I'm next 'Ye
Project sounding like a album fuck a mixtape
Then pour a 4 in a 2 liter get the mix straight
The only thing that slow me down whenever mind race
Feel I'm running outta time cause it's been a
[Hook]
Swear it’s been a long long way up
Out here on the road trying to came up
I been in the zone on the way up
I been all alone on the way up
Shorty on the phone trying to lay up
Almost lost my soul trying to save her
Put the city on
I’m the mayor
Niggas do you wrong
Trying to play you
But I’m way up
Way Up
Way Up
Way Up
Way Up
[Verse 2]
Empty bottles of Jameson on the floor
The shrooms wore off and heaven is at my door
I'm at the edge contemplating unhappy ending
Talking to a women I'm having trouble unfriending
I'm 25 but nowhere near what's called living
In my defense I went over the line of scrimmage
Over stepping my boundaries to further my teams position
Numbers on the board and still don't feel like we winning
Off psychedelics what the fuck you think I'm groovy for?
This ain't no movie role often lost in these groupie hoes
The mojo is active my member is golden
A stable of stallions
So must keep them Trojans, I’m
Out reflecting on my life after my depression
Had to learn all the difference between friends and niggas finessing
Had to learn only love her whenever she here undressing
Then had to learn when love man real that shit is truly a blessing
I been living all alone trapped in these 4 walls
Awkward dog with trust issues guess that's faux pas
60 hours every week ain't seen a day off
Then come home and kill a beat you niggas aim off
As instant messengers glowing up like fluorescent does
Police’s got me stressing no flexing we throw Hail Mary’s up
My niggas out finessing in hopes the Lord throw a blessing up
They out here flipping lettuce and salad so baby dress it up
My future bright so gone make it real for me
Need a rider who gone love and maybe kill for me
If that's too much then at least gone and make a mill for me
Who take the D then turn around and get a deal for me
I been down on my luck now I'm back in my bag
Reminiscing on all these adventures I've had
Need you back out that blouse in the back of the slab
When they ask where I been i might happen to laugh
Way Up was produced by Dominique “Dom?” Smith.