LO$ Mante - Going Up

We in the city
Going up
Buying bottles
By the bunch
Cant stop us
We fucked up
Ain't worried
Bout them
Niggas aint making no noise

I
Don't know
Why i came
Please don't mix
With the game
Pour it all down the drain
This double cup
Will bring me pain
These pussy niggas
Hang with lames
All these hoes be the same
I'm paranoid
No sleep
My demons watching from
Beneath
4 am
No sleep
Roll another just to
Peak
Old hoes
On my line
My telephone
Hit decline
These bitches grimy from behind
They sell there soul for a dime
I cant never be that nigga
I'm in the corner
You the victim
Drank to much
Of this liquor
I'm baked as hell
Go get him
They hoes sailing
For they nigga
He's a snitch
And you with em

I hate
We so divided
Just roll
This wood
And
Light it
Rose gold
My teeth
My chain
Diamond

You know the name
You cant Hang With Gang
We do not fuck
With lames
Bitch my name is pain
These niggas be doubting the game

We in the city
Going up
Buying bottles
By the bunch
Cant stop us
We fucked up
Ain't worried
Bout them
Niggas aint making no noise

Written by:
Diamante Lawson

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