[Verse 1]
Lotta niggas tried to hold me back
Prophecy there's no controllin' that
If you scared that I'm a take your shine
Then that honestly means you know your wack
Oh man niggas overrated
Oh man niggas underrated
God damn that's an understatement
God damn all your punches basic
Niggas listen like he threw the shade
It's not for me that's for you to say
That's not me that's what you would say
Son shine like a UV Ray
You might wanna put ya blinds up
Competition is behind us
Swear to God I can see the future and I'm about to profit like Elijah
X. Savior is the holy one
Nah nigga I'm the only one
Nah nigga I'm the coldest one
Nah nigga I'm the coldest one
I really feel a new man, Caitlyn Jenner with the Bruce hands
I got a stock that's been going up, blue chips like the cool ranch
I really feel like DiCaprio, focused like I am on Adderall
Bars are on deck like a patio, you drop the ball I just lateral
Me and them are not compatible, everything I do is savage though
Took so much time out from schoolin' these niggas, I feel like I'm on my sabbatical
[Hook]
Niggas talk all day long but I'm way, way, way, way up
Niggas talk all they want but I'm way, way, way, way up
Niggas talk all day long but I'm way, way, way, way up
Niggas talk all day long but I'm way, way, way, way up
[Verse 2]
Niggas should know that I'm way up (ugh), niggas should know not to play us (ugh)
Niggas be talking but know that this Rican on point like he J.J. Barea
Oh no there he go again, niggas can't keep the man down
Every time a nigga drop a verse, people screaming there's a man down
Niggas coming with they hands out, I ain't taking no more handouts
Get you murked for a couple bands, you don't wanna be a grandchild
Niggas listen like the man wild, bitches listen like this man foul
Give a fuck what the opp say, talent one thing you can't doubt
You could sit me in any chair and I guarantee that I stand out
The juicebox got no legs, swear to God I never ran out
Man oh man these hoes thirsty (ugh), saw the dick like don't hurt me (ugh)
I'm the one not the two nigga, fuck Kyrie I'm no Irving (ugh)
King James of this game (ugh), X name will bring fame (ugh)
Wrong side to be driving, you might wanna switch lanes
Way Up was written by Tyson Moultrie & X. Savior.
Way Up was produced by Trooh Hippi.