BiC Fizzle - All The Way Up lyrics

Pull up Mingus, we gon' slide
Yanabu, what’s good?

Ayy (Ayy) , bless the streets, they look at me, I leave 'em somethin' to follow
From the wicked inside like Nardo
Duckin’ potholes and the hollows
Never breaking gang tie
Codes, you disrespect, i chase you home
Been in the streets for way too long
From burglaries to flippin' low
(What's good?)

Tossin', turnin', missin' sleep
That's just the cost of love
Go all in on artillery
Bought a stash for all my thugs
Street lights on
I ain't made it home ’cause I’m too busy
Sellin' drugs on the corner with big cuh
Guess I was raised to be a thug
’Cause, what else was I supposеd to be?
I ain't got shit for a nigga don't like
Bettеr have that bag and the clip of heat
Can't never lack, keep chrome with me
Just look in my eyes and you
Can see that I been tired
Clutchin’ my iron like, "Would you ride"?
Ain't no response, just shots firin'

I ain't been sleeping, I been thinking
Ain't been eating but I ain't cryin'
It's a lot been on my mind
Too deep in the streets for time
Youngin' throwing up my sign and niggas
Dyin' for what's behind that
Asked God for a sign, he
Sent a blood check like, "Sign that"
Told killer
"What's the business playin'? You gon' get
Paid? Where your mind at?"
Man told me he don't really want for nothin'
He gon' steady drill to get where I'm at
Rollin' dope while the time
Pass, having vison, countin' fifty
Thuggin' bad with my dog ass
Never fuck with y'all's ass
I don't even wanna carry
Cash, swipe the Visa, clear the tab
Everything on cruise control
I'm working hard, might grow some abs
I'm in the lab, prefect the craft
I knock the boy down with a jab
Since I was young, ain't fuck around
They fuck with me and I burn 'em down
(Let's do it, let's do it)

Tossin', turnin', missin' sleep
That's just the cost of love
Go all in on artillery
Bought a stash for all my thugs
Street lights on
I ain't made it home 'cause I'm too busy
Sellin' drugs on the corner with big cuh
Guess I was raised to be a thug
'Cause, what else was I supposed to be?
I ain't got shit for a nigga don't like
Better have that bag and the clip of heat
Can't never lack, keep chrome with me
Just look in my eyes and you
Can see that I been tired
Clutchin' my iron like, "Would you ride"?
Ain't no response, just shots firin'