"Way Up" lyrics

(Reece, take 'em to church)

[Wallie the Sensei:]
Long live the old me, nigga, I'ma pray for you
Told her, "Catch me in the next life, I'm too great for you" (Ooh)
Try to keep it too real and they gon' prey on you
Tryna make it out, nigga, I'm gon' pray for you
The streets dead, I love the hustle, I ain't lookin' for no bitch
Past, looked back, I had to switch it up, tryna get right for my kids
It is what it is, ridiculous how we feel live
I don't want love, I ain't tryna change nobody
When it's said and done, the casket only hold one body
My heart broke, I paid my dues while I'm chasin' after that salad, I'm a crouton
Slidin' through the bitty with my jewels on
Told her, "You can fuck me and my brother, just don't choose wrong"
She like you, she like me, only right I get my groove on
Fentanyl turn a body cold, bro wearin' his mask wrong
Now I'm doin' a hundred, tears droppin', lead on me in a school zone
Goin' through so much shit, I put this pain on you
They was sleepin' on a nigga 'til my dreams came true
Turn nothin' into somethin', doin' magic at the least
Not a preacher, but I could preach, it's a sensei job to teach
I ain't tryna sing to these hoes, I'm tryna serenade the streets
How you run this shit with no motion or no legs? You a leech
Switch gears, since 2020, my vision been lookin' so clear
Turned up my savage, now I'm way up, way up, way up

Way up, way outta here (Way up)
Way outta here
Way up, way up, way up, way up
Way outta here (Way outta here)
Way outta here
Way up, way up, way outta here
Way up, way up, way up, way up (Way outta here)
Way outta here

[RJmrLA:]
I'ma pray for all the niggas that ain't make it past the streetlights
For all the bastards that ain't beat life
Baby mamas pickin' out caskets in the street life
I'm lookin' like a solution and an answer to they questions
How did you make it out? How did you make it through?
She got spicy mouth, I love Jamaican food
Threw all my boxes out, I kept the vintage shoes
They got a jealous heart, had to pretend to lose
God, I know you answer prayers, I been sinner-seekin'
I peel these racks back and layers smell like dinner seepin', tch
How am I so rare when I got seasonin'? Uh
I felt my skin tear like hair treatments
God, I know without you, life has no reasonin'
But with these chemtrails, I can't trust the air I'm breathin' in
We block the devil out, he still sneakin' in
I'm FaceTimin' God, I'm tryna speak to Him

[Wallie the Sensei:]
Way up, way outta here (Way up)
Way outta here
Way up, way up, way up, way up (Way outta here)
Way outta here
Way outta here
Way up, way up, way outta here
Way up, way up, way up, way up
Way outta here