a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

$heesh - only going up lyrics

(intro)
this is for the people that tell me i can’t do it

(chorus)
i see them haters poppin’ up
but don’t even sweat ’em
‘cuz you know they’re probably stuck
yea
and we only going up
don’t come around now
like we were friends from day one

[verse 1: $heesh]
im a realist
i see it just how it goes
im the realest
you could compare me to anyone of my foes
when i come around
and i switch my flow
on every single track
man i think they know
they’re seeing how i put my heart in this sh-t
and i ain’t gon’ stop til i get that dough
man
some show love
some talk sh-t
some do both
and act like we’re friends
knowing down low they’ll
see me in a benz
so they keep me around
and i pull a fetty wap
that means i keep an eye out
all these b-tches wanna cry bout it
they had the chance
but they 9 routed
yea
shawty tried to fly
i was playin’ corner
didn’t let her off the line
football terminology
im stoppin’ on a dime
man im gonna grind
til my wrist on shine
my crib, my cars, my b-tch
she wishbone fine
imma run this sh-t
and that ain’t no lie
when i come touchdown
you’ll see who’s there
the kids from day one
and we’re landin’ in a jet
you gonna show you’re hand
then im gonna take the bet
i see them haters poppin up
but i don’t even sweat

[bridge]
man, you’ll never get it
im grindin’ for my sh-t
and you seein’ how
im living mane
you know im in it
just to win it
but you talk behind my back
act like my friend
you better quit it

(chorus)

[verse 2: $heesh]
we were never friends
so don’t act like we are
whoever thinks they’re the best
i got em beat by far
you say you shootin’ sh-t
but you ain’t even shootin’ par
when i come around town
you’ll see me in the newest car
and i’ll do that just to stunt on whoever doubted
i’m routed for success
yea i’m proud and i’m bout it
fears all in your head
find a mountain and shout it
the clear lane to the money
man i think that i found it
checks
i want my respect
never gonna let
haters be the cause of stress
they try and misdirect
but thats just something i expect
i’m coming for the neck
you better come correct
they try and bring me down
cuz they see me as a threat
i’m the underdog boutta
win the upset
i’m the uncle sam
all this money i collect
you’re times gone
and mines in full effect
so now they’re mad
but it adds flame to the gas
i’m boutta blow up
and leave em in the past
every things startin to change
quick like a flash
i know who’s my fam and
who to me is trash
so i keep the cyph small
when we smoking on the thrash
man it feels good
to have people i trust
but its very few
the rest of these people out here
bein’ fake friends they can
choke on my nuts
split another dutch
add another strain
sh-t got me stressed out
but i can’t hear em
30 thousand feet up in this plane
know what i’m saying
this ain’t a game
this ain’t a joke
this sh-t i just wrote
got courage and spoke
its not unprovoked
you poked the wrong one
so i’m speaking the truth
while makin these hits
just call me babe ruth
biiiiitch!

(chorus x2)

- heesh lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS