Fabolous – All The Way Up (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Catch you out in traffic, it’s you and I
Go 41 in a suit and tie, n***a it’s do or die
Seen it now, if I lose it all like who would ride?
But n***a I’m so up, if I tripped it’s like suicide
When the internet told me I’m crucified
They was in them streets like, “n***a you super live”
I was on the block when you was a sneakerhead
n***a it’s a check up in that box, ain’t no shoe inside
n***a ain’t no Nike, ain’t no Yeezy, no Jordan V
I came back like I’m Mike wearin’ 45
Ever seen 50 grand when it’s all in 5s?
But I’m shootin’ like the Warriors’ startin’ 5, swish!
Only rapper went gold without a verse from Hov
Still got the rock with me, cookin’ up at the stove
And the Rollie all platinum, know I busted a joke
Maybach in the hood, so them s**ers can know
I’m in the 6, man, 6 man, Dion Waiters
And I’m on my level now, I’m so beyond haters
Bout to go and grab the Benz truck, see y’all later
When I came through the block, you should’ve seen y’all faces
This is slaughter, new world order
I be goin’ hard, Westbrook, 4th quarter
This is hip-hop, you ain’t write it, don’t record it
I don’t know how they gettin’ down ‘cross the border
I give ’em the dirty flow, Michigan and water
Sent them 10 thousand cases, I put in my order
Call that poppin’ bottles when my people can’t afford it
Mixin’ D’usse with lemonade when I’m in Georgia
Views from the projects, and n***a I’m the prospect
Talkin’ loud, say I’m shootin’ out with metal objects
And that chick standin’ right beside you, I done popped that
Made me beat a fan up, I’m feelin’ like I’m Artest, woo!
Gold mic from the billboards, ’bout to plug it up
Tell Cruz put it in the booth so I can f** it up
Got the hood super lit, jumpin’ like it’s double dutch
From the bottom like an uppercut, now I’m all the way up
I’m all the way up
You n***as all the way f**ed
Switched sides, now you stuck
f** them n***as though
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
They don’t wanna see you on top
I just wanna see the streets up
They don’t wanna see you up
That’s it
They gon’ take shots when you all the way up
I guess they gotta aim up at you
But don’t you let these nobodies get their name up on you
Keep the circle tight, never let ’em lame up the crew
If she for everybody, don’t you let her claim up on you
Now listen, you gave up on me, I came up on you
Took my talents somewhere else, LeBron James up on you
I was Kyrie with the rock, the crack game number 2
Now I’m older, still ballin’ like my name Uncle Drew
They tell you… stay the same, but they change up on you
n***as change up the crew like hoes change up their boo
I just played the cards they dealt me ’til a change-up was due
Guess I had to switch the dealer or just change up the shoe
Now blackjack, Ace of Spade and a shot of Jack
I met a bad actress, she ain’t know how to act
I took her but I brought her back
Don’t want her back, I bought her bag
Matte like Ha**elbeck, I call my car a quarterback
If I threw it at her would you doubt she could catch?
She hang like a chain so she ’bout to get snatched
Ain’t about throwin’ subs, I’m about gettin’ scratches
But if the shoe fits, n***a, buy an outfit to match it
And you know my boys hold it, we be out with the ratchets
I heard your boys told her you be out with the rats
Level up, level up, it’s all about that level up
Hold that f**in’ bezel up and light this b**h all the way up

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