Rightful Disciple - Climbing (feat. Eli the Prophet) Lyrics

Climbing up climbing up climbing up
Climb up the ladder success
Climbing up climbing up climbing up
Climb your own ladder the best
Climbing up climbing up climbing up
Climb to the top that's a test
Climbing up climbing up climbing up
Climb till you're mad at the press

Climb till you're mad at the press
Actually stressed
Financials are fine and the wine has a hint of the zest, yuh
Drunk and depressed
Ya other is cheating no time for the sex, yuh
In love with your ex
Touring the world many girls to impress, yuh
Don't know that I'm blessed
Taking advantage I want nothing less, nah
No love when I'm dead
I'm blind to the talent
The voice in my head, yuh
The button won't press
If there is a problem it must be amiss, nah
Nothing will mesh
Stuck with the fruits of my labor pissed
That nothing will blend
So it's probable
My Picasso flow
Is not an obstacle
Conquerable
Coughin' caught in smoke
Lost in vogue
Caught and lost my vote
That's all she wrote
Often fought for hope
Better man before he lost control
Riddling where the problems go
Middleman for god and dough
I gotta know
Does momma hold any grudge
For the common foe
Any drug
Is a darker road
Tell me love
Is the star to hold
There's many up
But I marked my goal
Ante up
My bars are gold
Any up
Will always fold
Any song
That I propose
Untoppable
2 o's when I start at go
Fool's gold
For the Prodigal
New born with a monster flow

Comin up comin up comin up
Come up the ladder of success
Comin up comin up comin up
Come up your ladder the best
Comin up comin up comin up
Come to the top that's a test
Comin up comin up comin up
Come till your mad at the press

Every step I take is getting tough
I was always told it wasn't enough
Was dead broke now getting rich as f*ck
Money on my mind but my feet get stuck
Kick off the chucks
Make my way up
Pass me my grail,
I need my sippy cup
Don't get star struck
About to erupt
All hard work with a hint of luck
We don't give a f*ck
Disciple called dibs
Picking out haters with chopsticks
Don't f*ck with pigs
Only hit rigs
Roll up fatties
Backwoods or zigs
Hit it like wiz,
Joke like biz
Could die off as living legends
But no one listens to a word you say
That's why I'm quiet so my lyrics preach a way

Comin up comin up comin up
There's no reason to stop
Comin up comin up comin up
All these haters on my cock
Comin up comin up comin up
We floatin to the top
Comin up comin up comin up
Down a bottle of VSOP

Watch us arise
We're the lord of the flies
Gathering supplies till we take our prize
Crispy like my fries no room for compromise
I know I'll be missed so say your goodbyes
Look in my eyes what do you see
A burning flame reaching capacity
No need to flee
No need to run
Ready to blow the minds of everyone