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letra de way up - bizzle

[verse 1: bizzle]
gom
put on for the squad
we go in
do it for the god
if i go
then i’m going hard
boy you know me
hog for the mob
fit up, then get up and go
fill up, to pick up and roll
you gon’ get this work
get lit up and hit up the show
man they already know who the realest
but they say it’s too religious
drake dropped “god’s plan”
you were wit it now you lookin’ too suspicious
i am blessed, never had luck
you a tad much superst-tious
you ain’t the man bruh cuz you pick a bag up
boy what you doin’ with it?
stack up and you be cool a minute
get ya hands cuffed and you get threw in prison
it’s the last supper, you could have some
or you could p-ss up and you can do the dishes
homie i ain’t never change up
been the same since day one
winter came in the game rippin’ jay the renegade
still the same, ain’t budge
then i went against “same love”
they played dumb and ain’t say much
you tell me who’s the gangsta?

[chorus: bizzle]
daddy let me loose
they gotta move
bishop with the burner baby
i got the juice
they hatin’ on my team
cuz we the truth
won’t he do it
and we the proof
we gon’ take ’em way way way way way way up
we gon’ take ’em way way way way way way up
we gon’ take ’em way way way way way way up
we gon’ take ’em way way way way way way up

[verse 2: bizzle]
yeah
first drop, they were like “biz, who are you?
boy get your name up”
try to hold me down but you know me now
look at god, i done came up
they were lookin for the sauce
i was cooking for the boss
now i’m a-1
try to keep us out the game
we gon’ make it so the game gotta change up
show love to the haters, ay
then tell ’em where it came from
one time for the maker, ay
same team ain’t trade up
christ gang, i don’t bang, ay
i stay in my lane, ay
metal tucked like a umbrella but
i pray it don’t rain, ay
promise i don’t want no smoke
but that ain’t really what you want, too
cuz everybody got they own folk
that’ll make a move if you want to
the problem is you prolly think i’m afraid
and in a way that’s so true
but i ain’t afraid you’ll smoke me
dog i’m afraid i’ll smoke you
i ain’t the only one with a family
that i gotta make it home to
i need you to make it home, too
they need you to make it home, too
cats flex for the rap check to make black death look so cool
we just here to make it old news, yeah

[verse 3: sevin]
ay
fo’ christ pay the whole price
on my whole life no cheap skatin’
glow like there ain’t no light
no ice but i’m peace makin’
hogs grind boy i eat bacon
fault lines so i keep quakin’
and the way i make these bars connect
i’m a architect no freemason
ah
we baboons to them poodles
i need lots of steak on my pasta plate
i go swagu on them noodles
we go rounds for that gold crown
we don’t slow down, we accelerate
so keep tellin’ satan i’m elevatin’
even though he be h-lla hatin’
step your game up and quit bellyachin’
go hard or hit the casa, brah
yo bubble up ain’t no double up
well uh, you ain’t no hustalah
huh
see i’m in the game like a right guard
they could lock me up in a psych ward
and i’ll still be screamin’ out “christ’s lord”
string me up by my mic chord
really it will be a honor to go
cuz the way that they be jokin’ about your word
got em thinkin’ the church is a comedy show
never been and i’ll never fold
if they sn-tch me up or i’m dead and cold
the gospel of yahshua’s still the greatest story ever told

- bizzle

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