Ambi Dex - On The Way Up

Yeah I'm in the booth right now
Okay
Talk to me
Yeah yo
You gon love this joint
Yeah
Uh huh
Yeah yeah yeah
Okay
OK what's it about

Half the time I'm halfway drunk
Blood shot in my eyes feeling halfway sunk
Pardon my disinterest if it's not adding up
I move ten steps at a time
Ten leaps and I'm Flyin
Ten reaps in a rhyme
Ten weeks in a line
Tenure must align
Kill this stupid shit you trying
Ain't no grace behind these lines
Playing stupid games you allotted stupid fines
I'm Bob Marley con
I'm that, da divine
Raising my projection
One way direction
Chasing this perfection
Killing insurrections
I'm sorry not sorry, Miss Jackson
I'm all about that action
Owe me bucks won't dare take a fraction
I am move ever smoother than satin
Killing all that shit you be Poppin
Never distracting
Not for one second
My mind is the ultimate weapon

Uh
Nothing thing just putting this thing down
Oh okay
How was it last night

Calling Phil Jackson plays
It goes back a ways
This triangular phase
Trading two for trays
Championship demeanor
Trying to get my money
WWE
World wide express like Cena
Rocket in my commerce like Serena
Ace card holder
Directly in my folder
Squeeze blood outta of stone when I quota
Got the force like Yoda
Few years down, niggas always say I Shoulda
By that time a nigga would be walking on water
Time ain't a luxury
Packing my Gucci sweater
Tarmac nights
Ain't no fucking layover
Signing business deals
Getting top in the rover
High off this life
Constant hangovers
On the wake up
I'm on the way up
Breakfast with bad bitches
Yeah, I am Mandalay up
Awe it was good
In the stew now
Are you there again
Yup
Yeah, I'm actually in the booth right now

Written by Dexter Q Buchanan

Written by:
Dexter Buchanan

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