[ Featuring Dave East ]
It's only right
Gotta talk about this money
I've been hearing spirits, I'm talking to ghosts
Life been kind of different, I popped up in a ghost
I never been religious won't talk to the pope
The water calm me down, we could talk on the boat
The ocean got me cool, we could talk on the yacht
I see him posted on the corner can't talk on the block
My pockets got the mumps, I've been walking with knots
We've really from the dirt, We've been rolling just wanted to rock
My mama kicked me out, I just wanted a spot
Niggas try to jump me, I wanted a glock
I ain't know what time it was, I just wanted a clock
No disrespect to Diddy I never wanted ciroc
That vodka make me throw up like a banshee nigga
Pull up with more cookies than your pantry nigga
I never ran from niggas black lives matter, I took a stand with niggas
Shout out to my mama and my pop y'all made a handsome nigga
Never dance with niggas eggs in the morning was scrambling
Just thinking about that crib out in the Hamptons nigga
I was rocking Coogi now my life a movie
Make sure you bring your camera with you
I'm good all by myself and gotta stand with niggas solo
The homie died I was devastated, the opp died and we celebrated
You wifed her she a side, I know you devastated
I used to live my life in a rush now I got better patience
Spirits talking to me, I can't shake him, I'm devastated
We gonna lift em up up up, up in the sky today
Just because he wanted to talk fly today
Knowing damn well he could die today
Now his ass up in the fly away
Lift em up up up, up in the sky today
Now he wanna blame he was high today
Lift em up up up, up in the sky today, today
The butcher coming nigga
I'm from Western New York with a powder comes off
The city where OJ Simpson ran 2,000 plus yards
And the tourists never visit, the dope boys six figures up
But keep grinding cuz that quarter ain't a million
Where an alphabet boy snap them pics when they slide through
We made the strip look like a chick-fil-a drive-thru
So this verse I'm venting cuz if I don't get no therapy
It's gonna be black whip spinning and funeral attended
Paranoia and light sleep been wearing on me life deep
I'm in every ghetto like Arizona iced tea
Soprano gang, you're not a boss unless you handle things
We old gangsters like the lucky Luciano days
Street execs, godfathers
Eyes shut, praying this beat will just turn my chain into DMX dog collar
Born scholars who turn true stories to more dollars
This pump knock you 15 yards like a horse collar
Every other year need a Benz I could crawl out of
Sad, only broke niggas think money solve problems
We gonna lift em up up up, up in the sky today
Just because he wanted to talk fly today
Knowing damn well he could die today
Now his ass up in the fly away
Lift em up up up, up in the sky today
Now he wanna blame he was high today
Lift em up up up, up in the sky today, today
