Mum affords the rent
I sleep inside a net
It's boeyylee in the flesh
I'll be fresh to death
I didn't come to play
I came to rep the gang
Am here to make my mama proud am here to get the check
I was raised to be the man like am Frankenstein
Niggars volatile they could stab you in the back like a porcupine
That's why my f*ckin heart cold coz I gat it organized
Am airing out my laundry while the plug is on the other line
She gave me blue ticks but they gat me verified
Certified
Betterfied
Turned me to a G
Now these bitches couldn't mess my mind
Mesmerized
About how the tables turn
Now I chase my dreams like it's temple run
Every day and every night yee
Am doing time
Thinking about these bars I'm haunted by every track,
They talking about exposure I told em to cut the slack,
And the check urg!
Call the fades urg!
Bout to catch a body Bout to drag it through the grass urg
Told em bring the heat f*ck it I've been throwing shade niggar
Arg yee
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
Eyy
Zoning gat me thinking bout the come up
This my life a movie don't get edited
Hate the pictures coz they turn to evidence
Like m Buddha light me up some incense
Meditate and smoke on the heaven-sent
Two AM am in the studio turnt up
Me and mo$ we be working on a tape
Run my voice through some f*cking delay
They need to hear what the f*ck I say
Whole gang tryna get to the cake cake
Was just a kid when I dreamt of this
Double digits gat me convinced
Fetty hidden in the crevices
Equate my tape to a kilo bitch
So my verse is a joint and shii
They didn't expect I'd be this lit
Why I stay working OT
3 Tapes all in 3D they could see how am living
I'm trynna show you how to do it
They trynna tell you that you couldn't
Come to words I leave em clueless
Charge em extra for the bullshit
To do a feature be cool wid me
Going Up Video (MV)
Performed By: Boeyylee
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Antony Fadhili, Brian philip, Bryan Maikuri
Boeyylee - Going Up Lyrics
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English
Mum affords the rent
I sleep inside a net
It's boeyylee in the flesh
I'll be fresh to death
I didn't come to play
I came to rep the gang
Am here to make my mama proud am here to get the check
I was raised to be the man like am Frankenstein
Niggars volatile they could stab you in the back like a porcupine
That's why my f*ckin heart cold coz I gat it organized
Am airing out my laundry while the plug is on the other line
She gave me blue ticks but they gat me verified
Certified
Betterfied
Turned me to a G
Now these bitches couldn't mess my mind
Mesmerized
About how the tables turn
Now I chase my dreams like it's temple run
Every day and every night yee
Am doing time
Thinking about these bars I'm haunted by every track,
They talking about exposure I told em to cut the slack,
And the check urg!
Call the fades urg!
Bout to catch a body Bout to drag it through the grass urg
Told em bring the heat f*ck it I've been throwing shade niggar
Arg yee
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
Eyy
Zoning gat me thinking bout the come up
This my life a movie don't get edited
Hate the pictures coz they turn to evidence
Like m Buddha light me up some incense
Meditate and smoke on the heaven-sent
Two AM am in the studio turnt up
Me and mo$ we be working on a tape
Run my voice through some f*cking delay
They need to hear what the f*ck I say
Whole gang tryna get to the cake cake
Was just a kid when I dreamt of this
Double digits gat me convinced
Fetty hidden in the crevices
Equate my tape to a kilo bitch
So my verse is a joint and shii
They didn't expect I'd be this lit
Why I stay working OT
3 Tapes all in 3D they could see how am living
I'm trynna show you how to do it
They trynna tell you that you couldn't
Come to words I leave em clueless
Charge em extra for the bullshit
To do a feature be cool wid me
I sleep inside a net
It's boeyylee in the flesh
I'll be fresh to death
I didn't come to play
I came to rep the gang
Am here to make my mama proud am here to get the check
I was raised to be the man like am Frankenstein
Niggars volatile they could stab you in the back like a porcupine
That's why my f*ckin heart cold coz I gat it organized
Am airing out my laundry while the plug is on the other line
She gave me blue ticks but they gat me verified
Certified
Betterfied
Turned me to a G
Now these bitches couldn't mess my mind
Mesmerized
About how the tables turn
Now I chase my dreams like it's temple run
Every day and every night yee
Am doing time
Thinking about these bars I'm haunted by every track,
They talking about exposure I told em to cut the slack,
And the check urg!
Call the fades urg!
Bout to catch a body Bout to drag it through the grass urg
Told em bring the heat f*ck it I've been throwing shade niggar
Arg yee
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
And I'm gone
Going up
To the top
And I'm never gone stop till I gat my niggars up
Eyy
Zoning gat me thinking bout the come up
This my life a movie don't get edited
Hate the pictures coz they turn to evidence
Like m Buddha light me up some incense
Meditate and smoke on the heaven-sent
Two AM am in the studio turnt up
Me and mo$ we be working on a tape
Run my voice through some f*cking delay
They need to hear what the f*ck I say
Whole gang tryna get to the cake cake
Was just a kid when I dreamt of this
Double digits gat me convinced
Fetty hidden in the crevices
Equate my tape to a kilo bitch
So my verse is a joint and shii
They didn't expect I'd be this lit
Why I stay working OT
3 Tapes all in 3D they could see how am living
I'm trynna show you how to do it
They trynna tell you that you couldn't
Come to words I leave em clueless
Charge em extra for the bullshit
To do a feature be cool wid me
Writer: Antony Fadhili, Brian philip, Bryan Maikuri
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music