Going Up - Intellectual

[Intro]

Gang, gang, gang, gang

[Chorus]

The johnnies on me, think they salty 'cause I'm going up

You can come party with the demons if you old enough

Don’t try to hit me, I got fifty for them Golden Gloves

Just got a sixth of the Tris and I'm finna pour it up

Gang shit, this nigga don’t want static, he a pacifist

This the mission, see a chicken, get to clapping quick (Bah, bah, bah)

It's 2023, how you sippin' on Activis?

You bought a pole to post it, on baby bro I ain't havin' it (Dead homies)

Should've told him he shouldn’t be joking with savages

[Verse 1]

I'm window pocking, I see the loaf and I'm grabbing it

You really need to focus, you still ain't notice what’s happening?

Your closest homie folded, the one you smoking and laughing with

Take a quest to the West and see how the demons do

The devils whispеring to me but I done seem him too

I know you, you the nigga that sing thе song potent (That's him)

He tryna bag him with baddies but don't had no motion (Dead homies)

You better buy blick 'cause suckers I don’t fight with

That look up on a sucker's face when you catch him is priceless

I used to rap in the halls, just watch the time tick (Alright)

The pigs just ran up in my crib but they ain't find shit (They ain't find shit)

Huh, admit it, sheriff, I'm going up and it bothers you (Dead homies)

(Shit) Hemet P.D don’t gotta like me, their daughters do

He in my DMs talking hot, I'm getting sick of cuz

I told my bitch to ask for his addy to go and pick him up

This nigga did it to himself, bae, don’t be feeling bad

All I'ma do is pop out the backseat and kill his ass

She said that all my songs is hard but she like potent best

I really feel like all my songs is hard but they ain't notice yet

Get up and get it or regret it when you old and stressed

M gang, twenty-five Hundred, them niggas know the set (Dead homies)

Tell me how, if time is money, why you wasting it?

You really need some dollars in your pockets, go and take a risk

It’s not the life that you ready for, brodie, stay in school

I was only fifteen the first time I made the news

This nigga yet to learn his lesson, we gon' educate him

Bounce up out the bucket and rush him without a hesitation

This nigga only twenty-one and on his second statement

Don’t make me turn a lil' scuffle to an investigation

He got away with murder once then he could do it twice

Any nigga look suspicious finna lose his life

I think them johnnies plotting on me, they keep cruising by

The only numbers that I'm fucking with is 2 and 5

Ever since Bandit got out he been a different dude

They homie popped some solid, that's the nigga you should listen to

I'm with steppers and felons who really missing screws

Them niggas stretch you in seconds, they don't got shit to loose (Gang, gang, gang, gang)