What Goes Up

Smooth Smooth, smooth smooth Im at top of my life Feel like the timing is right From morning to day til the night Nothing can lower my high Clock into studio time I can not make a bad sound But I can not settle for now Everything that goes up can come down I have realized I'm not one of them So, please don't compare me to none of them I make yo baby dad son son His only solution is gun down gun down That's all we result to Black on black, back on the old school Hasn't somebody ever told you The killing is what they all want dude I promise I'm not anti social, I'm anti chillin Im hot as the sunroof Put the boobie in mouth I won't chew through With the tooly on me I'm a loose screw This is usually something to get used to I was born with the sauce call me soul food Settle score when we lose, got a new boo And she mixed so I call that bitch protools Smooth Smooth, smooth smooth Im at top of my life Feel like the timing is right From morning to day til the night Nothing can lower my high Clock into studio time I can not make a bad sound But I can not settle for now Everything that goes up can come down This ain't what you want This is what you shouldn't do Should step, shouldn't egg your homie to I was left, with one option never 2 Be the best or find a coffin suitable Every test, surpasses how I used to do I am not the same as the boy you knew I know my worth, and I know my work can self explain with nothing but the truth Hop off the plane, hop in the booth, I hop in the stang, then hop out the coupe Popular things aren't always cool Popping up later in a bad mood I, was on a high note 2020, planning for the year to blow 3 Projects, ready for the push So far it's been greatly overlooked Doing promo, negative comments, come with a boatload I've never been opted out by no hater, it's just crazy the things artist go through Dropped 6 rings, get 100 likes on the IG Promote the post when I know it's good music, Having thoughts 'bout if they like me This just true shit, I ain't tryna vent I'm just sharing life, or what's the point of this It ain't feeling right to talk accomplishments If I don't speak about the times I'm struggling Faking perfect only feeds the arrogant, and the insecure I am never sure, if this will ever pay off I can only keep a solid day job In hopes that I wont have to come back tomorrow The ropes I climb if I don't make it, I'll fall Im at top of my life Feel like the timing is right From morning to day til the night Nothing can lower my high Clock into studio time I can not make a bad sound But I can not settle for now Everything that goes up can come down Smooth Smooth, smooth smooth