WAYYY UP (feat. Kay Dené & Spooks McGhie)

And we wayyy up Stayyy up Everydayyy up Til I fade up Got damn feeling like the mothafuckin' man Back on my feet, I was living down bad Jack for the beat spinning like a ceiling fan Stack and that 3.5 smelling like yeah Sack of that good in that wood is a gram Let it cruise like a lam on a cloud where I land Cool as a fan and a pool with a band Got a plate for the yams & the butter on my hand On a roll like whoa and my stroll all gold See the pose ice cold like the ski on the slope I'm the breeze in the snow and I'm a key on the low Game never sold but I'll tell what I know Break bread wit folks Keep ya head out the rope Probably dead if you choke I seen it all through the scope I ain't worried bout it tho Throw the deuce to them folks See ya man gone float Out the world where I go And we wayyy up Stayyy up Everyday up Til I fade up So high I think ima kiss the sky YEAH YEAH Cloud 9 paper plane let me fly YEAH YEAH Take a ride I think ima take a ride Feelin good bih bitch don't kill my vibe Cause ion really need that I'm tryna live baby Ion need ya feedback Ain't smoked in a while bout to relapse Only fucking wit the fye not ya midpack 2 shots of the brown baby cognac I been working for some days let me kickback Bout to take this thang up like a car jack And I turned my phone off I ain't call back And we wayyy up Stayyy up Everyday up Til I fade up And we wayyy up Stayyy up Everyday up Till I fade up