Lift Up

[Intro: Joey Bada$$] Yo peace to all the mu' fuckin' gods man Mic check one two one two Shout all that wack shit man Mic check, mic check one, two one two Pro Era's on the rise man, 93 till infinity Mic check one two, one two Cut all that wack shit in my trinity My vicinity, the mic check of the gods [Verse 1: Nyck Caution] Check! This the interlude, let me enter you Kush and dinner food, got me feelin' cool Let me drop the pheromone Ey, can you feel the groove? We at the studio and every night it be the same shit like a interview Twistin' up alot, she fixin' up her crotch Got the lean and ciroc for the dream that I got I made it a reality, salary stock Gon' expand like a galaxy, foamin' if you battle, sea I move out start my aim, live Right here at the highest point, science can't explain shit So pack a frame clip, thats movin' pictures Cause my movin' picture got you entertwined like a movin' picture The mood is wicked, like those movie witches And the bank ain't the only thing that gon' show me interest, right? And theres no tellin' what its worth When I'm gone I ain't dead, I just fell up off the earth [Hook: Nyck Caution] (Pop The Switch!) Brace yourself and get live And we gonna make ourself through that light Pace your health and get high The limit ain't the sky, the limit is disguised A cracked safe where my sanity is I ain't a clone even though I wear a factory trim Like them Hangin' on, bandage to skin Eventually we lose our grip [Verse 2: Kirk Knight] WOOOOO! We the mad men of survival Who's my rival? Get snatched up for your title No I do, I do no life recycle Breathe