Going Up

(album: No Genre: The Label - 2015)

[Verse 1 B.o.B:]
Bobby go savage, all my shit classic
I don't fuck around, nigga, I'ma wreak havoc
Stoned like a tablet, stoned like [?]
Stay with that leaf, eyes closed like captions
Got a street team cause this ain't just rapping
I got bad habits, I'm always with a bad bitch
One Janet Jackson, one Toni Braxton
Going both ways like four way traffic
Pockets on beast mode, bands going ape shit
You sleeping on who? I set fire to your mattress
Always tryna figure a nigga out like fractions
I just wear the box out like fashion
Put the pussy in a grave or a casket
Write my name on the cake in italics
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain
I hope you got your seatbelts fastened, I'm going up

[Hook B.o.B:]
Up, I'm going up
Up, I'm going up
Up, I'm going up
Up, I'm going up

[Bridge:]
Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm going up)
Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm going up)
Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm going up)
4321, I'm going up
[x2]

[Verse 2 Lin-Z:]
Y'all in the way, nigga fall back
You small time, where your boss at?
Big money, we talk that
Broke nigga call, I don't call back
Maybe I let the [?] strip a little
Kiss the ring, kiss the middle
I'm in this bitch, don't need the kibble
[?] don't need to dribble
Going up like elevators
New printer, that's hella paper
Bad bitches got hella flavors
I get served, I don't need a waitor
No Genre and we celebrating
Keep winning so they hella hating
They watching from the window
Shut it down like renovation
Lin-Z, baby, drive you crazy
Switching lanes, new Mercedes
Hella sauce, that's hella gravy
Cut the check before it hits the table
What you know about it?
Celine bag, yes your ho 'bout it
Top on, it's so private
With no pilot, I'm going up

[Hook]

[Verse 3 Jaque Beatz:]
Ah this that nasty flow
Neighbors at your door with the casserole
All about the cream, ice and the Cogn'
Jungle fever, she tryna get the anacon' boom
Bass like a trampoline
Her man at home and she ain't tryna dance alone
She love me too and I'ma get my trample on it
It's Chinese food and I'ma get my sample on, ho
Push that button
It's all in your head, that's concussion
Better get up on your shit or fuck around and flush it
Jackie Chan with a [?], I ain't tryna rush it
So keep it moving
Cause ain't nobody here believe in losing
And we ain't giving up, the chances too slim
Ho we don't give a fuck so keep your two cents
[?] could use that shit
Let me get a verse and I abuse that bitch
This shit'll never stop me, I defuse that quick
Give a shit about your story, I conclude that bitch
Magnum P.I., come prove that shit
But my Magnum P.I. wanna lube that clit
Just saying, niggas say they got the picture
When they know it's just crayon
Go to church, do communion with the pope
While praying, I'm going up

[Bridge x2]

[Verse 4 Jake Lambo:]
If your cards ain't right, I don't deal with you
I know the deal, shawty, she just want my dill pickle
It's real simple, they send shots, I send missiles
Still iller, they still sweet, they're still Skittles
I write riddles, you pay attention, you might get 'em
Ain't nobody that's really fucking with my niggas
No Genre the label so I'ma ride with 'em
Yeah these tats are permanent, I'ma die with 'em
Going nuts like almonds
Tell 'em if they with it you can get it if you want it
Chilling with your bitch, she let me hit it in the morning
I don't really see 'em, someone show me my opponents
You know I'm the shit like I'm just being honest
You ain't running shit like why you keep on stumblin'?
Can't you see I'm hungry? My stomach is rumbling
Tell me what you're doing, nigga you ain't doing nothing, going up

[Bridge x2]

[Verse 5 London Jae:]
Money on my mind, I don't know what y'all thinking 'bout
I'm chasing down the bankroll, ho I'm going up
Two hundred for a line, couple racks for a pint
You ain't drinking like me, lil' nigga I'm pouring up
I'm ready for whatever, chain on heavy metal
Got them diamonds in my watch and they change up like the weather
I'm speeding to the top, you struggling down the pedal
I'm dogging them hoes out, you struggling there to get 'em
Paid a mil' for the crib, way up in the hills
Damn I feel famous, they waving at the kid
Got money on me, homie, like Baby in this bitch
Got the chopper with the drum like Eddie in this bitch
Me and my team ball, nigga you still shaving
I'm clean every day, lil' nigga you still bathing
You waiting on a handout, boy I stand out
Ask Bobby, I'm the man now, I'm going up