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-ough-ough

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 9:00 a.m. is 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 shit

Don't do much but expect shit

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-ough-ough

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

Look, 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 aggregate, but I know it's just us stuck

Back in the Crescent 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, talkin' '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-ough-ough

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

Yeah, yeah, 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 33 for when the serpent creep

I had to hurdle over my adversities

Not the one that's running with a herd of sheep

No amount of currencies could purchase me

When I was fucked 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 **** 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-ough-ough

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