WAYYY UP

And we wayyy up
 Stayyy up
 Everydayyy up
 Til I fade up
 Got damn feeling like the mothafuckin' man
 Back on my feet, I was living down bad
 Jack for the beat spinning like a ceiling fan
 Stack and that 3.5 smelling like yeah
 Sack of that good in that wood is a gram
 Let it cruise like a lam on a cloud where I land
 Cool as a fan and a pool with a band
 Got a plate for the yams & the butter on my hand
 On a roll like whoa and my stroll all gold
 See the pose ice cold like the ski on the slope
 I'm the breeze in the snow and I'm a key on the low
 Game never sold but I'll tell what I know
 Break bread wit folks
 Keep ya head out the rope
 Probably dead if you choke
 I seen it all through the scope
 I ain't worried bout it tho
 Throw the deuce to them folks
 See ya man gone float
 Out the world where I go
 And we wayyy up
 Stayyy up
 Everyday up
 Til I fade up
 So high I think ima kiss the sky YEAH YEAH
 Cloud 9 paper plane let me fly YEAH YEAH
 Take a ride I think ima take a ride
 Feelin good bih bitch don't kill my vibe
 Cause ion really need that
 I'm tryna live baby
 Ion need ya feedback
 Ain't smoked in a while bout to relapse
 Only fucking wit the fye not ya midpack
 2 shots of the brown baby cognac
 I been working for some days let me kickback
 Bout to take this thang up like a car jack
 And I turned my phone off
 I ain't call back
 And we wayyy up
 Stayyy up
 Everyday up
 Til I fade up
 And we wayyy up
 Stayyy up
 Everyday up
 Till I fade up