All the Way Up

I had to play the block
Ain't have a jump shot
The hood would love me if I
Go and get Trump shot
In public school had razors in my lunch box
Cutin' class beefin tryin' to cut ops
In Jr high oh my we're
Playing with hammers now
We was bangin' so much
The hood got candles now
If there's beef we bring to
Where your trap at
I was popular before the gram and snapchat
Aw we cuttin' off these
Niggas twitter fingers
Aw we trigger happy BANG we hit your hitters
I DM your BM, you got bodied homie
She like damn they killed him
And they got his rollie
Your main chick a freak
I pay for her first body
The year Pac died I caught my first body
My man like damn Murda you hot still
You know they tryin' to say
Puff got Pac killed
I wonder how them people that love Pac feel
They like, Shug did that, that's not real
But you never know puff got that fettuccine
Let me chill
Puff might send killers to see me
Before they was playin' Drake records
We was getting these chicks
Wet to Mase records
Basic chicks thinking they famous
Cause they bartending at Lustful Aces
She tryin to come up got her body done up
Got that tummy tucked
She went to D R took the fat out
Her stomach now it's all in her butt

Sitting here watchin these niggas
I see no threats i mean none at fucking all

All the way down till I'm all the way out
Nixin them dimes even pull them trays out
Got a couple waps right up
In your bae's house
Got some bricks in the East but
They ain't at Dave's house
Got some K's up in Harlem but
They ain't at Slay's house
2017 Imma pull that Range out
You thinking 'bout the Jeep
Imma pull my aim out
Cause you yellin "gang
Gang" but don't know what gang about
Oughtta blow your brains out
But I be on that juice
I be movin' veggies in, I be movin' fruit
Got a line on the plug
Nigga keep me in the loop
Yeah, I lost a little wait but
I still ain't need a scoop
Hit you in your cheek
Then your face goin' droop
I be yellin' "Peace!" cause
I'm about peace but I could be a thousand
Deep on anybody's street
Always go dolo on the creep with the heat
I don't do Co-Ds, I don't do witnesses
Niggas talk that murder shit
Better know what friction is
Love to hear the gun clap
That's what addiction is
Always did my homework
That's what a mission is
Every line burn we're the biggest
Like syphilis catch me loungin out
Right there on St nicholas 113th, right at
Kill one, I kill ten, then I say we even
Why the fuck you breathin? I
Don't even know it nigga feds want us gone
We don't even grow it nigga
Actin' like you know a nigga?
That'll get you killed at least in a coma
Act like you know the deal
Thought you was a player
Act like you know the field
My niggas like the army, act
Like you know the drill, Nigga
(I don't do Co-Ds, I don't do witnesses
Niggas talk that murder shit
Better know what friction is)