What Goes Up ft. The Wife Lyrics

Growing up I always different

But I was just me

I really never new the difference

I wanted to be cool

Like the other kids in school

But I would act a fool

Damn I guess I lack the tools

My parents did their best

To keep me dressed fresh

But my clothes never matched

And my hats were wack

After class all the bully's

Would start picking on me

That's about the time that

I started getting ornery

I would sit calmly

In the back of a dark room

Plotting my revenge while

I laughed at cartoons

I was still a young buck

Puberty would start soon

Thinking to myself damn

I'll be in a car soon

I'll be getting all girls if

I get a dope whip

Omg I'm dying bruh that'll be so lit

Maybe If I'm lucky

I could one to show tits

Ok now here's where the road splits

Watching rap videos

I'm in my teens now

Gold chains and cash stacks

That's in my dreams now

Started moving weight

I'm using a triple beam now

Got the world in my hands

I feel like a king now

Till reality set in

Took L after L

I Couldn't find the next win

Got me a nine

Double m for protection

And started moving even further

In the wrong direction

Now who am I to question

How you live your life

But I knew damn well that

I wasn't living right

The games kind of cool

But fuck the prison life

Ain't nobody out here laughing

When they giving strikes

But you want to be a rapper

And you need some street credit

Otherwise you look pathetic

And nobody will respect it

So you start to do some shit

That you'll regret to get accepted

Then the karma hits you

When you least expect it

Don't forget it

When I tell ya

What goes up

Comes back down

What goes up

Comes back down

What goes comes

Comes back down

What goes up

Comes back down

What goes up

Comes back down

What goes up

Comes back down

What goes comes

Comes back down

What goes up

Comes back down

I guess it's cool to be

A wangsta nowadays

Flexing on the gram like

You making power plays

Bunch of adolescent kids

Acting like they from the hood

With some upper class

Moms and dads

That raised them up good

But he wants to be a rap star

So he trys to act hard

Can't wait to get a crib

And put a pit bull in the backyard

Can't wait to get the black card

And shut down the mall

Pour some lean up in the cup

And then he downs it all

But what goes up

Must come back down

Shots ringing out

He ain't used to that sound

He ain't used to seeing

Mothers cry in a black gown

He ain't used to police

Conducting a pat down

But he's in to deep

So he's keeping it real now

Got beef in the streets

So he's keeping the steel now

Undercovers booked him

DA seeking a deal now

He's facing a felony

Let's see if he squeels now

Either way it's cased closed

He's a dead man walking or

He's wearing state clothes

Judge slammed the gavel

And he said wait no

But that's the game he chose

And I suppose that what goes up

What goes up

Comes back down

What goes up

Comes back down

What goes comes

Comes back down

What goes up

Comes back down

What goes up

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What goes up

Comes back down

What goes comes

Comes back down

What goes up

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