Scotty ATL - Cloud IX (Go Up) lyrics

[Verse 1 – Scotty ATL] n***a tryna put a couple K in my grill piece and just smile on em Father told me don’t follow these n***as trends man, switch the style on em Too real for this rap sh**, these industry n***as wild homie Keep the blood then tryna eat, stress situations just pile on me f** em all, let me share som’n, got a fam to feed, can’t play with it Lot of n***as came in popping, they fell off, but I stayed with it Gave a n***a real lemon man, I swear I made lemonade with it n***a thought I was running out, had the stupid [?] campaign with it [Prehook] Balling off and on n***as tired of that, n***as 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, n***as bring the A back Shawty thick like [?], rolling blunts like the rastas Took her back to mi casa, real n***a 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]]