Letra Way Up par YG Rob

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(Trouble got away again, haha)
Uh, uh

Started from the bottom, now we way up (Way up)
And I got the baddest b*t*h, she stay tough (Stay tough)
Ain't no f**kin' playing, we ain't Gameboys (Bow)
Now we got a name, they wanna frame us (Skrtt)
Make sure that you keep a third eye
All these n***as ain't gon' ride
All these hoes gon' wanna slide
Now they playin' both sides
Met a n***a traumatized
Mama told me, "Baby, don't cry"
Now a n***a whippin' the pot (Rob!)

I'm too high up in the sky, ain't no way for me to land (Yeah)
They can disrespect the code, but I'm sticking to the plan (Yeah)
I be marching with an army, I might pull up with a bad b*t*h (Grrah)
I got that good molly, same color as the sand
Is you gon' ride? You gon' slide? Baby, tell me what it is
B*t*h, I need some real love, if it's fake, I'll disappear
I know I'm the greatest ever, I just need someone to hear
Hit my knees and say a prayer
God, only man I fear (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we them n***as that's gon' step (Yeah)
F**k n***a, we ain't fair
Now you tryna be the man (Mm)
Give 'em time, they show they hand (Mm)
No, they really not your friend
Worry 'bout your Benjamins
I was sittin' in the can
Now I'm droppin' 'nother jam ('Nother jam)
I don't really need no friends
I'm a real solo man (Solo man)

I'm a real solo man (Solo man)
I'm a real solo man (Solo man)

Cracked a n***a, melon top (Top)
Pay to see his body drop (Drop)
Yeah, I really own the block
Totin' P's and totin' Glocks
Got my n***a on the run
Can't even come and see his son
Who you think he askin' for?
Daddy in the maximum
Ride, slide, baby, what it is? (Yeah, yeah)
If you down to hold me down, I won't even need a pill
I ain't even gotta thug, I'll throw away the drugs (Drugs)
Purple ain't got all my heart and replaced it with the love (Yeah)
I'm a stepper, I leave a n***a body on the curb (Grrah)
B*t*h, I'm pullin' up from deep, u should call me Larry Bird
B*t*h, I'm pullin' up from deep, they should put me in the game
B*t*h, I'm pullin' up from deep, headshot 'em in the range (Rob!)
She think I'm a bike, she gon' ride me
I'm the man in my city, f**k a high P (Yeah)
I'm the man in my city, who gon' sign me?
On the road, chasing paper, where you find me (Yeah)

Started from the bottom, now we way up (Way up)
And I got the baddest b*t*h, she stay tough (Stay tough)
Ain't no f**kin' playing, we ain't Gameboys (Bow)
Now we got a name, they wanna frame us (Skrtt)
Make sure that you keep a third eye
All these n***as ain't gon' ride
All these hoes gon' wanna slide
Now they playin' both sides
Met a n***a traumatized
Mama told me, "Baby, don't cry"
Now a n***a whippin' the pot
'Feel me, bruh?
It's the street life, you known nothin' 'bout that
Stay on the porch, lil' bruh
Rob!
I'm done with that b*t*h