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certi (producer) - go up(ft. kiddkidd) lyrics

[hook]
mamma always told me boy, you gon’ be somewhere one day
and i’m on my grind, do what i gotta do to get paid
you’d get smoked where i come from n-gga that’s how we play
no i ain’t goin down, i was told that its only one way(and i gotta go up)
go up, go up, go up go up
go up, go up, go up go up
go up, go up, go up go up
go up, go up, go up go up

[verse1: certi]
some tell me that i’ll never make it
some tell me that i gotta keep chasin
n-ggas talkin like they will when they won’t from the bottom to the top, but i started in the bas-m-nt
i know they talk about your boy like a hot topic
and i started when they did, i just never stopped it
n-ggas hustle on the block, just to see a profit
n-ggas know you getting money, then they watch them pockets
i’m the best, number one like i’m derrick rose and, p-ssy n-ggas keep talkin’ ima expose
know some n-ggas that’ll shoot, if a n-gga owes em’
didn’t think i had talent, so i had to show em
i be spittin’ on the mic, like a chick when she deep throat
that sh-t hot, make a fan catch a heatstroke
selling music tell the dealer i don’t need dope
cuz i’m bout to blow like a chick that say she need c0ke
i’m just a n-gga on the east side, they got a problem and it’s on that’s how we ride
i’m bout to make it like the eggs and the bacon
rolling 10 blunts and put it all in rotation
i was on the corner sellin rocks to the buyers
watchin’ for the cops posted up like a flyer
ima play hard to the grave with this sh-t
put certi in the game i was made for this sh-t, what up

[hook]

[verse2: kiddkidd]
it ain’t a secret man i come from nothin
hogul was drunk and my daddy was hustlin’
thirteen i’m thuggin, i’m only trustin’ this pistol i’m clutchin
why am i running if my n-ggas gunnin
i was always with the k!llers that done it
wanna be fly but they said i was buckey
gotta get out of this trap that i’m stuck in
wanted to rap but the flow was too ruckey
and they was too afraid to touch it
i was hot dog with no mustard
had to grind for it i wasn’t lucky
got the hand out, i was done wit’ shufflin
had the key rollin, and i was truckin it
yeah life’s a b-tch and i was f-ckin it
till i got rich, now i’m loving
n-gga had to try hard, just to try
my momma had high hopes, i had hopes on gettin high
n-gga had to get whatever they could get just to get by
i done finally came up, and its a long way down

[hook]

- certi producer lyrics

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