Orchestrate96 - Up Lyrics

(Ay)
(Masher break your heart)
I put my eyes on the price
I'll run laps for my mother
I done been planning since a jet
Hitting these lines clean the clutter
Call me an introspective fool
Hide my feelings down and under
I'm still as smooth as butter
Still make your girl fall in order
The first time I met my dad was when I turned eight
But fuck it I ain't need him nigga told me was faith
That man hit me a belt that shit hurt for 6 days
He told me keep your head up all I wants is 6 As
I done flooded out my neck
It's a shame I don't drown
Cause when it's said and done
I pray these chains don't hold me down
Finished public school like I ever cared to read books
Nothing better to do
A nerd with one hell a tool
Ice make me sicker than you
The girls they line up in two
Sometimes they act like a fool just to turn out better than you
My wrist gon' ice out the room
I put a stone on your tomb
I put a hundred grand down crib in LA real soon
Put in work run my cash up
Roll up count my bands up
I put in work run my cash up (Ay)
Roll up count my bands up (Yeah)
I put in work run my cash up
Roll up count my bands up
I put in work run my cash up (Uh)
Roll up count my bands up
I'm going mainstream with the hooks
I'm real cliche with the verses
I can't be moving by the books
Can't be out here catching losses
Some of these favors be worthless
I'm in a crib down in Texas
I put thirteen down at work
And eleven just for courses
Mum back me up she a genius
She pray for me like a preacher
This bass gon' crank up your speaker
Celibate then I'ma keep her
I stubbled so I'll go deeper
We taking breaks need a breather
Knock a Kim like I'm a Peter
Like this mix ain't come from Caesar
I'm making money for my kids and their kids to come
I pray my sound hit hard and is close to none
I pray I make hard hits buy a crib for mum
I pray the boys and my ass make it out the slum
I'm 'bout my paper I'm tryna get my finances in order
I'll make like two mil then find room just for another
Get four cribs separate two just for my brother
I'll sleep rent free titty milk just like a Toddler
Mama worried how my boy don' turned to rapper
I'll flip a bad bitch I'm a boss right out the gutter
I do this this shit for fun if she trip wouldn't even call her
My grip tight, cause my nuts hang I ain't no sucker cause I
Put in work run my cash up
Roll up count my bands up
I put in work run my cash up (Ay)
Roll up count my bands up (Yeah)
I put in work run my cash up
Roll up count my bands up
I put in work run my cash up (Uh)
Roll up count my bands up

(Ay)
(Masher break your heart)
I put my eyes on the price
I'll run laps for my mother
I done been planning since a jet
Hitting these lines clean the clutter
Call me an introspective fool
Hide my feelings down and under
I'm still as smooth as butter
Still make your girl fall in order
The first time I met my dad was when I turned eight
But fuck it I ain't need him nigga told me was faith
That man hit me a belt that shit hurt for 6 days
He told me keep your head up all I wants is 6 As
I done flooded out my neck
It's a shame I don't drown
Cause when it's said and done
I pray these chains don't hold me down
Finished public school like I ever cared to read books
Nothing better to do
A nerd with one hell a tool
Ice make me sicker than you
The girls they line up in two
Sometimes they act like a fool just to turn out better than you
My wrist gon' ice out the room
I put a stone on your tomb
I put a hundred grand down crib in LA real soon
Put in work run my cash up
Roll up count my bands up
I put in work run my cash up (Ay)
Roll up count my bands up (Yeah)
I put in work run my cash up
Roll up count my bands up
I put in work run my cash up (Uh)
Roll up count my bands up
I'm going mainstream with the hooks
I'm real cliche with the verses
I can't be moving by the books
Can't be out here catching losses
Some of these favors be worthless
I'm in a crib down in Texas
I put thirteen down at work
And eleven just for courses
Mum back me up she a genius
She pray for me like a preacher
This bass gon' crank up your speaker
Celibate then I'ma keep her
I stubbled so I'll go deeper
We taking breaks need a breather
Knock a Kim like I'm a Peter
Like this mix ain't come from Caesar
I'm making money for my kids and their kids to come
I pray my sound hit hard and is close to none
I pray I make hard hits buy a crib for mum
I pray the boys and my ass make it out the slum
I'm 'bout my paper I'm tryna get my finances in order
I'll make like two mil then find room just for another
Get four cribs separate two just for my brother
I'll sleep rent free titty milk just like a Toddler
Mama worried how my boy don' turned to rapper
I'll flip a bad bitch I'm a boss right out the gutter
I do this this shit for fun if she trip wouldn't even call her
My grip tight, cause my nuts hang I ain't no sucker cause I
Put in work run my cash up
Roll up count my bands up
I put in work run my cash up (Ay)
Roll up count my bands up (Yeah)
I put in work run my cash up
Roll up count my bands up
I put in work run my cash up (Uh)
Roll up count my bands up