Going Up

You could say it's skill or You could say it's luck Numbers going up up up Tell them go ahead try and call my bluff I can't get enough Hard work works let it do what it does I'm just like yup yup yup Shooting for the moon yeah until it gets stuck We've been going up up I've been clocking in early You've been working hard too but You've been lost in a hurry Too afraid to get dirty Your 9:00am's my 6:30 All the doubt won't disturb me Please don't call me just text it Do my job then I exit Off to crafting my next sh- Don't do much but expect sh- You sound like you're dyslexic They just wanna run from the work like it's downhill I got other levels that I haven't even found still Cup is half full even if I let an ounce spill I don't talk much cause the numbers and the counts will Yeah I pay my debts I pay my friends I pay respects I pay dues but I save my checks They say a lot but I save my breaths And earn every single day I rest like You could say it's skill or You could say it's luck Numbers going up up up Tell them go ahead try and call my bluff I can't get enough Hard work works let it do what it does I'm just like yup yup yup Shooting for the moon yeah until it gets stuck We've been going up I've been counting my breaths I've been pounding my chest I dig down in my depths I don't slouch when I'm stressed I speak out when I'm pressed I go back to my roots I've been rapping my Truth I've been strapping my boots I go after my loot I don't slack I produce I've been trying to find Another way through this maze Trying to navigate What they aggravate But I know it's just us stuck Back in the Crescents as a adolescent Police tried to cuff us up Now we're on a world tour, trying to get the world cured Speaking from the heart, but it's hard when you are pure And you aren't sure But you endure Start another venture Talking bout You could say it's skill or You could say it's luck Numbers going up up up Tell them go ahead try and call my bluff I can't get enough Hard work works let it do what it does I'm just like yup yup yup Shooting for the moon yeah until it gets stuck We've been going up up up How bad a burden it's certainly heard of me What don't kill me make me Hercules Jesus died when he was thirty three Glock thirty three for when the serpent creep I had to hurdle over my adversities Not the one that's running with a heard of sheep No amount of currencies could purchase me When I was f-d up and had to ride the train Scraping couch cushions trying to find some change I would pray for them times to change Hard times drove my mind insane For my n- that's going through it Know you feel us Them problems that pile up a pill won't get rid of You could say it's skill or You could say it's luck I bounced out the bottom now we going up You could say it's skill or You could say it's luck Numbers going up up up Tell them go ahead try and call my bluff I can't get enough Hard work works let it do what it does I'm just like yup yup yup Shooting for the moon yeah until it gets stuck We've been going up