Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Goes Up Freestyle, artist - Wrekonize. Date of issue: 30.07.2019
Song language: English
It Goes Up Freestyle |
| Yeah, 31 |
| It Goes Up edition |
| And I brought friends this time |
| The wicks lit fire it up like a John wick clip |
| Rip shit rhymers are hype as a hibiscus |
| Live this every night, grinding, we like wiz kids |
| Sickness all in my lining, it’s quite cryptic |
| Rap patterns that batter them like hammers and |
| Amateurs can’t hang with shenanigans, try grappling |
| Handle them like baggage that shatters, we magnanimous |
| Ravenous, can’t slang with the hatters that bang Alices |
| Better be on your job 'cause you might fucking need it |
| Lazy motherfuckers cry to be the zenith |
| You really think it’s just scenic when you’ve become the phoenix |
| But how can you stomach the heat if you’re bulimic? |
| We run with elitists that’s known to reek of genius |
| Ain’t a secret we been the meanest, the coldest in the genus |
| Double helix, it’s in my DNA to be twice the meanest |
| Christ defeated demons, strategic trying to find the weakest |
| Ooh, vacay for like days |
| When Tech N9ne called and he asked for MAYDAY |
| Ubi dax and Kaliko all came |
| Now the whole damn club is fucking or engaged |
| Tour of duty so unruly |
| Saving all the stories for when we makin' the movie |
| Tearing up the crowd every night, it’s a thing of beauty |
| 'Til we in the afterparty and smoking too many doobies, bitch |
| Shouts to security for all the drinks |
| I think I need me a sabbatical after this shit |
| I know you think you know but homie it’s a fucking myth |
| No one could ever really understand the life we live |
| Love me or leave me alone |
| Is now the only attitude I’m feeling when I perform |
| Feel like I’m in a dream team and a nightmare to y’all |
| So don’t wake up if I sleepwalk |
| Yeah, uh, I need a dollar for every person who doubted me |
| To buy my soul back from the people who took it out of me |
| Independent greatness embedded, I’m on my Master P |
| I’m tryna stack it higher for niggas who coming after me |
| I got a couple things I want to discuss |
| Why’s masculinity defined by niggas acting so tough |
| Why is my happiness reflected by me buying so much |
| And spending money on these women when it’s never enough? |
| Introspective had to peep it from my new perspective |
| Half of the shit they told me was a lie, and they was so deceptive |
| I was never one to make connections, yeah, I lack reception |
| Promised I would get it on my own and never be dependent |
| So who you answer to? |
| I answer to God |
| No entity, man-made machine, no fraud |
| I’m the CEO so see me go far |
| No rap, no cap, that’s facts, it’s Dax |
| I can’t deny it |
| Why try it? |
| I’m a veteran |
| I don’t know why you hyping like you better than |
| And you can try and hide it but no |
| I’m kinda psychic like Eleven is |
| A lot of rappers writing, but they type is quite repetitive |
| I’m selfish with the bars |
| In private life I’m generous |
| I can’t entertain y’all silly diatribes and rhetoric |
| The game’s a motherfucker, we idolize an Oedipus |
| Tell leadership that we we desire higher benefits |
| I’m holding my breath |
| Y’all know the rest |
| Older ex member show up |
| Still hoping we coalesce |
| It’s over, go with regret |
| They say that all of that hate is affecting your brain chemistry |
| Uh, I tell them that they can expect the same energy |
| Yeah, came to collect and drain |
| Taking your breath away |
| They caress your flesh and then take a rest in the Everglades |
| Favored and decorated greater when separated |
| Every day and second I gave it labor and effort made it yeah |
| I been way too generous and general people all on my genitals |
| Mentally bent and the fentanyl’s hit and got no sense at all |
| And pimple popped that incident thinking we just defending it |
| Internet’s undefeated and exposing secrets so intimate |
| Don’t lead too far away into it |
| Gotta flip with a dismount |
| Don’t flinch when it gets out |
| Everybody, anybody been getting it, Krizz for the discount |
| But me and N9NA the payday |
| On the way with Mike and ¡MAYDAY! |
| They say us get the boot and shoot |
| And you believe what they say |
| Stacks with Dax, we get plaques, y’all relaxing |
| Relax, don’t make me act black 'bout that action |
| Rap class with badass kids and tongue lashing |
| Get your fat ass in bed by 10 and quit rapping |
| And easily could make a nonbeliever say it’s so |
| It’s a sequel but it’s equal to the shit I said before |
| It’s okay if you just say what you say, you don’t really know |
| You need some proof, you need some proof |
| Let Kali Baby say it’s so |
| I ain’t even gotta say nothin' |
| 'Cause I stay bussin', never nay bluffin' |
| All you gotta do is hit the play button, I’ma spray glutton |
| Don’t you worry 'bout the pay cut and who the A. fuckin' |
| I’m Va J crushin', but I’m lay hushin' |
| Raise up and then I’m way buzzin' when I’m hey puffin', cray clutchin'! |
| Man, I been given the gift (Ayy) |
| And I been gettin' the grip (Ayy) |
| Grand I be livin' in fantasy vision, how can I be missin' the chips? |
| (Woop) |
| With no guts, it’s no bucks get no plus |
| Just go buss wit' no fucks, it goes up |
| I’m sick and tired of this motherfuckin' shit |
| You niggas liars comin' thug and suckin' dick |
| And then it expires 'cause it wasn’t what it spit |
| All your subbin' stuff it quits |
| No more bluffing plug exists (Ayy) |
| To dominate the industry’s been a race (Pyune) |
| They tryna kill me then call it a cold case |
| But wait, they cannot close it on Yates |
| He’s y’all fate so if you don’t open the case |
| I’ma unload in your fuckin' face (Tim Roth 'Pulp Fiction') |