Going Up

I’m in the mood for elevation Want vibes? Then tune into my station Feni still the hottest in the nation Something you can never run away from We came equipped cuz we with the shit She spark up the spliff then let she let hit I’m bouncing around Bouncing around Time to settle down Then chef up the sound Lotta them niggas call me brother But they never met my mother Nigga it ain’t beef, we don’t each other Me I never fight, I’m a champion lover Lotta them niggas call me brother But they never met my mother Nigga it ain’t beef, we don’t each other Me I never fight, I’m a champion... Stepping in the booth is like stepping in the ring Royal rumble in the jungle, I emerge as king Rey Mysterio when I spit the flows and Los Briticos tell me cheerio Now I’m kinda hungry for some cereal But i’m on diet Judging by the angles in your gram, maybe you should try it Lying to yourself and you still don’t buy it Don’t be mad tho Don’t be mad tho Your milkshake made me give up lactose Such an asshole But check the handle I’m international So I’m out of the country Sorry not sorry girl I’m out the money Catch me out in Russia stacking thousands of fund-skis Playing high stakes, this is not for the funsies Inspired and hungry, I’m tired of fuckery I’m in the mood for elevation Want vibes? Then tune into my station Once I Hit him with the jawbreaker, He’ll hear the sweet chin music Seeing stars and symbols, his reality’s an illusion Can you concentrate through confusion? Maybe find a muse for amusement? If you can’t, my nigga you’re losing Put your nikes on and just do it No I don’t know you bro But I know how the story goes Act nice, you a hoe on the low Only see me as a stepping stone It’s a race, better go for the gold On my ones I be chasing the dough Keep it brief and I stick to the code Doing that makes your stacks overflow This a program, not a movie Pythons stealingl my rubies F*ck it all, I just do me Hit the ableton and get groovy Switch up the key and BPM Been the best since BBM Anytime I talk cash money I hit up the bros and CC them Hit him with the jawbreaker, He’ll hear the sweet chin music Seeing stars and symbols, his reality’s an illusion Can you concentrate through confusion? Maybe find a muse for amusement? If you can’t, my nigga you’re losing Put your nikes on and just do it  Hit him with the jawbreaker, He’ll hear the sweet chin music Seeing stars and symbols, his reality’s an illusion Can I concentrate through confusion? Maybe find a muse for amusing? If you can’t, my nigga you’re losing Put your nikes on and just do it