Cloud IX (Go Up)

[Verse 1 – Scotty ATL] Nigga tryna put a couple K in my grill piece and just smile on em Father told me don’t follow these niggas trends man, switch the style on em Too real for this rap shit, these industry niggas wild homie Keep the blood then tryna eat, stress situations just pile on me Fuck em all, let me share som’n, got a fam to feed, can’t play with it Lot of niggas came in popping, they fell off, but I stayed with it Gave a nigga real lemon man, I swear I made lemonade with it Nigga thought I was running out, had the stupid [?] campaign with it [Prehook] Balling off and on Niggas tired of that, niggas tryna be balling every day Weed and lots to drink Crazy stupid high Let the money float like a river do Probably to the sky, smoke into the sky [Hook][x2] I go up, I go up But I ain’t playing with it, I do my thing with it I go up, I go up Take me high in the sky, let the problems float away [Verse 2] Boo told me I was talking last night in my sleep bout the payback All I remember, had a drop top Impala and a Maybach Wheels cost bout a fortune man, I'm the black version, Pat Sajak Smoking good at the Outkast concert, niggas bring the A back Shawty thick like [?], rolling blunts like the rastas Took her back to mi casa, real nigga my roster Non-believers do your research, run the game till my feet hurt RIP to my lost ones, on my heart and my t-shirt [Prehook + Hook[x2]]