Black-T1 - Way Up (feat. King Maya & Dj)
Hey yo black-t hah hah hah
They wont like u Mann
King maya right on the mic
Now hit it
Now we're living
Way up! Way
Way up! way
Way up
Now we're living
Way up! Way
Way up! Way
Way up!
If u got that beat
Beat of heart
If u bout that life
U better live it up
Living up right
U better live it up
Living up now
U better live it up
Mama don't cry
I'm gonna wipe ur tear
I hear bout a million
I never gotten too near
I've been running never stop
It's race against the clock
I'm the proof asking my pop
Let me print to you give facts
Black-t far from wack
Madea go get my glock
U're at the scene there's no action
I'm the first u come in second
Asking why bout question
If they mad don't pay attention
In movie bring a popcorn
FBI wanna know where I'm living now
If u got that beat
Beat of heart
If u bout that life
U better live it up
Living up right
U better live it up
Living up now
U better live it up
Now we're living
Way up! Way
Way up! way
Way up
Now we're living
Way up! Way
Way up! Way
Way up!
Let's take off lika rocket, my money on the market
I gotta couple bands but my college funds dropping
Man fuck a damn degree
I can get what you ain't coppin
Put yo money where yo mouth is cuz yo jaw steady dropping
Aye Karma in the motion body bags in the ocean
Aye what's the damn commotion, SOG be yo devotion, yeah
All my niggas winning all it took was motivation
Now we flying to the top eliminating all the stressinnng
9-5 a bitch, repetition
YoungJayy still finessing all the paper, on a mission
But than you see a side of me
That you might try to lie to me, cuz
kindness could be weak to me, and
haters think they win you see
They don't realize they notice me
Money keep coming fast you see and
All I need is God with me
He grant me all my blessing needs
Time to make a stop to the nonsense
They calling us a nigga with no conscious, money in the sky on some mob shit
If u got that beat
Beat of heart
If u bout that life
U better live it up
Living up right
U better live it up
Living up now
U better live it up
Now we're living
Way up! Way
way up! way
Way up
Now we're living
Way up! Way
way up! Way
Way up!
Miami City
I feel your heart beach
Dj rell
Bring the beat back
We got them 6 pack
IPhone like jet black
Carol city
I love u baby
Green like gardens
Jump like Jordan
U ain't know
Ask anybody
Olympic champion
Does it ring bell
Ask Michael Phelps
Miss Hollywood Or tiger woods
Get ur camp on
We caught ran dear
We hit the jackpot
We hit the jackpot
Written by:
Wilfred Dj
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