Текст песни Way Up - SHDW

Bet you I flex on the way up
Bet you my old girl
Hit my old phone
When she alone and she laid up
Bet you she act like she owe me
I′ll act like a debt collector
When she pay up
My n***a just hit me like stay up
I know gets tough on the way up
I know gets tough on the way up

Yeah
I do my dance on these h*es
Triple the bag on these h*es
Came here to drag on these h*es
Running with bosses
Ego obnoxious
SHDW the dog of all dogs
It's in my subconscious
Tell lil mama to be cautious
Wave I′m on will leave you nauseous
This ain't the life of a novice
Baby I promise
I ain't saying that i′m flawless
It′s just too hard to be modest
Just being honest
Yeah i'm far from adonis
But I still bag her regardless
Came from the gutter with nothing
I bet you my n***as goin end up the farthest

Bet you I flex on the way up
Bet you my old girl
Hit my old phone
When she alone and she laid up
Bet you she act like she owe me
I′ll act like a debt collector
When she pay up
My n***a just hit me like stay up
I know gets tough on the way up
I know gets tough on the way up
Yeah
Bet you I flex on the way up
Bet you my old girl
Hit my old phone
When she alone and she laid up
Bet you she act like she owe me
I'll act like a debt collector
When she pay up
My n***a just hit me like stay up
I know gets tough on the way up
I know gets tough on the way up
Yeah
My n***a just hit me like stay up
I know gets tough on the way up
I know gets tough on the way up

Tryna rediscover piety
Mama raised me to be God fearing
I fear I will never leave poverty
Pressure building and
My mind is steering
Me away from the body entirely
I been furnishing my temple with Gin & Tonics
Tabs open like web browsers
Yeah i′m good with the bars n***a
Oh the irony

Young n***a from the eastside
Been a baller since knee high
Call Ben Baller for a big chain
Need a big plane like a G5
Got harder flows on my b-sides
Than your main sh*t
It ain't hard to get badder broads
On each side than your main chick
Way you talking you would think you saucy
But I swear to God this ain′t the same drip
Way you dressing I can tell you study me a lot
But no this ain't the same fit
Hawkeye when it's
Shots fired, I don′t miss
Bullseye, I hit your eye
On your neck like a bowtie
Check the check I want both rides
Get two chicks make them both brides

N***as really my enemies
And pretend to be feeling me
I can′t rock with their energy
But i'm good with the politics
Like my last name was kennedy
Only homie is hennessey
All my brothers are kin to me
If I got it then they got it
That′s a real n***a tendency
If I want it then I buy it
Couple Os it ain't sh*t to me
N***a ugh
Now you know you can′t sit with me
N***a ugh
F*ck done made you think you can spit with me
N***a huh?