Dreamville - Up up away

Yeah, yeah, yeah, citch (Norf)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Norf, Norf)
Ay, ay, where's JID? (Norf, yeah)
Ay, ay, this the Dream, this the Dreamville, right?

Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base
I'm up, I'm paid
The funds I make can break the bank (facts)
I break ya face (facts)
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block (uhh)
You tweak, get shot (finna get high, finna get)
I bleed the block (uh, look)
You tweak, get shot (oh, shit)

I squeeze, then I leave
Bet a mothafucka die before me
I know my rights but I'd be wrong
If I don't ride with the heat (yeah, yeah)
Since you left, I ain't been right
So I got the rifle on me (damn)
I don't need niggas fightin' for me (nah)
Get a nigga nose wiped for me (no), spitefully
A opp got popped (whoa)
Diddy-da (diddy-da), ha-ha
Left on read, dot-dot-dot, doom-doom-doom
Knock-knock at the door, nigga, what's new?
Lil' nigga with the broom finna brush you
Line a nigga up, fade cut you
Cut it out, you can't knock the hustle
'Cause when I bust I'm JaMarcus Russell
No Ryan Leaf, damn livin' hard, baby
Dyin' easy as dinosaurs
Mayan prophecies (Nah)
Michelangelo (yeah), Maya Angelou
Now I'm ramblin' (oh my God)
Take ya panties off and make a man of me (yeah, yeah)
Thick and juicy booty like a manatee (whoa)
Man, gun in my pants
Run up and I'ma defend (I'ma, I'ma)
Sayin', "You with your mans?"


Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base
I'm up, I'm paid
The funds I make can break the bank (facts)
I break ya face (facts)
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot (ay, ay)

Pay me, run on ATL
I got Picassos in my crib (uh-huh)
I up and squeeze, no three AG's (yeah)
I keep El Chapos in my crib (uh-huh)
No Toronto, I got six (uh-uh)
Big revolvers like I'm Clint (uh-huh)
Dirty Harry, even granny keep it on her
Tyler Perry, Halle Berry
I might crash in the pussy for real (for real, for real)
Know they got to blow a bag
When they book me for real (for real, for real)
Ain't nobody bigger than a body, Tookie got killed
Even Raymond got killed, so I stay with conceal (boom)
Just made a order for a lawyer, bro'nem facin' appeal (uh-huh)
My guy's a real upstandin' brother, on occasion he kills (uh-huh)
We not actin', we don't need no activation for kills (uh-huh)
I'll cut your onion, crush your muffin (yeah, yeah)
I'm a gangsta like Grillz (Norf)

I got a lightbulb over my head
Got a plot that I'm about to manifest
They should document a nigga followin'
A nigga hypnotizin' like I'm Simon Says
American Terrorist, home bred
Pull up, pop-pop-pop-pop, everybody dead
Playin' Boyz II Men to your thoughts and prayers
You don't even care, you don't believe in God
You got a Caesar cut, you ain't even, odd
I used to be the plug, now I'm supercharged
Cowabunga, Cucamonga Cracka Killa
No days off, can't do my job
12:34 or I catch the clock
On God, crack my ribs, tear my heart
Run the spades, hit the club, pull your card
On the wave, rock the boat, Amistad
Hoppin' out the hotbox, now they outta pocket
Feel like 'Pac, what you can't get, I been unlockin'
If you ain't shit, you end up shot
Love your bitch but all that pillow-talkin'
How you end up caught, shut yo mouth
Sayin' what you saw, that's a fatal flaw

Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base
I'm up, I'm paid
The funds I make can break the bank (facts)
I break ya face (facts)
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot
I bleed the block, you tweak, get shot

Writers: Destin Route , Vincent Staples , Westen Broek Weiss , John Welch

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC , Warner Chappell Music , Inc.

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