Going Up (feat. Jake Lambo, Jaque Beatz, Lin-Z & London Jae)

B.o.B

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    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 rappin'
    I got bad habits, I'm always with a bad bitch
    One Janet Jackson, one Toni Braxton
    Goin' both ways like four way traffic
    Pockets on beast mode, bands goin' ape shit
    You sleepin' 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 goin' up

    Up, I'm goin' up
    Up, I'm goin' up
    Up, I'm goin' up
    Up, I'm goin' up

    Give me the weed, I'ma roll up (I'm goin' up)
    Give me the drank, I'ma pour it up (I'm goin' up)
    Rep my set, nigga throw it up (I'm goin' up)
    4321, I'm goin' up

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    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
    Goin' 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 celebratin'
    Keep winnin' so they hella hatin'
    They watchin' from the window
    Shut it down like renovation
    Lin-Z, baby, drive you crazy
    Switchin' 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 goin' up

    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 movin'
    Cause ain't nobody here believe in losin'
    And we ain't givin' 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 sayin', niggas say they got the picture
    When they know it's just crayon
    Go to church, do communion with the pope
    While prayin', I'm goin' up

    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 fuckin' with my niggas
    No Genre the label so I'ma ride with 'em
    Yeah these tats are permanent, I'ma die with 'em
    Goin' nuts like almonds
    Tell 'em if they with it you can get it if you want it
    Chillin' with your bitch, she let me hit it in the mornin'
    I don't really see 'em, someone show me my opponents
    You know I'm the shit like I'm just bein' honest
    You ain't runnin' shit like why you keep on stumblin'?
    Can't you see I'm hungry? My stomach is rumblin'
    Tell me what you're doin', nigga you ain't doin' nothin', goin' up

    Money on my mind, I don't know what y'all thinkin' 'bout
    I'm chasin' down the bankroll, ho I'm goin' up
    Two hundred for a line, couple racks for a pint
    You ain't drinkin' like me, lil' nigga I'm pourin' 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 speedin' to the top, you strugglin' down the pedal
    I'm doggin' them hoes out, you strugglin' there to get 'em
    Paid a mil' for the crib, way up in the hills
    Damn I feel famous, they wavin' 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 shavin'
    I'm clean every day, lil' nigga you still bathin'
    You waitin' on a handout, boy I stand out
    Ask Bobby, I'm the man now, I'm goin' up

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