Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
And this is for my homies locked up
Prayin for the ones up top
Yeah we could be doin better
But we love what we got
It aint a lot
But one day we gonna own this town
I let the homie lace the beat while i be rollin the loud
For holdin me down
I promise fore the grim reap creep in
Imma make it big and when i do then we all eatin
And we gonna slay
Did it for idiots and the runaways
Happy just to live through the night and see another day
To my nephews i would kill for you
In life theres so much more still to do
I will for you
And pass em all a mill or two
Im so ill yall might just see me gettin killed in the news
Cuz i gotta keep it a hunnid
You wanna do it i done it
You buzzin cuz you was funded
I struggled up to the summit
F*ck ya bling and ya salary
Livin like human batteries
To keep you blind from reality
Its all a strategy
Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
And while they sit back
Im workin the city to make an impact
Is this rap
I rather not listen cuz all this shit wack
Yall killin the business
Wit ya ignorant gibberish
Yall like political parties i cant tell the difference
Hyped that its get it season
You mighta never believed in
Im up till im boutta faint i be writin instead of sleepin
All these rappers buyin lyrics aint upsettin to me
Cuz if its wack shit you know they didnt get it from me
Puttin on for my city
A pity you couldnt stay
Decided in my committee
You really up in the way
We live the grittier way
Up in the city to stay
Been sayin you gonna make it im boutta live it today
They lying to ya face an im bout the truth
Thats why we shootin these clowns shout out to snoop
They takin ya rights
And thinkin that we aint gonna fight
I gotta dream and imma make it my life
Thats right
Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Z the Dropout - Raise the Bar (feat. Jelly Island & JAN. II) Lyrics
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Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
And this is for my homies locked up
Prayin for the ones up top
Yeah we could be doin better
But we love what we got
It aint a lot
But one day we gonna own this town
I let the homie lace the beat while i be rollin the loud
For holdin me down
I promise fore the grim reap creep in
Imma make it big and when i do then we all eatin
And we gonna slay
Did it for idiots and the runaways
Happy just to live through the night and see another day
To my nephews i would kill for you
In life theres so much more still to do
I will for you
And pass em all a mill or two
Im so ill yall might just see me gettin killed in the news
Cuz i gotta keep it a hunnid
You wanna do it i done it
You buzzin cuz you was funded
I struggled up to the summit
F*ck ya bling and ya salary
Livin like human batteries
To keep you blind from reality
Its all a strategy
Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
And while they sit back
Im workin the city to make an impact
Is this rap
I rather not listen cuz all this shit wack
Yall killin the business
Wit ya ignorant gibberish
Yall like political parties i cant tell the difference
Hyped that its get it season
You mighta never believed in
Im up till im boutta faint i be writin instead of sleepin
All these rappers buyin lyrics aint upsettin to me
Cuz if its wack shit you know they didnt get it from me
Puttin on for my city
A pity you couldnt stay
Decided in my committee
You really up in the way
We live the grittier way
Up in the city to stay
Been sayin you gonna make it im boutta live it today
They lying to ya face an im bout the truth
Thats why we shootin these clowns shout out to snoop
They takin ya rights
And thinkin that we aint gonna fight
I gotta dream and imma make it my life
Thats right
Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
And this is for my homies locked up
Prayin for the ones up top
Yeah we could be doin better
But we love what we got
It aint a lot
But one day we gonna own this town
I let the homie lace the beat while i be rollin the loud
For holdin me down
I promise fore the grim reap creep in
Imma make it big and when i do then we all eatin
And we gonna slay
Did it for idiots and the runaways
Happy just to live through the night and see another day
To my nephews i would kill for you
In life theres so much more still to do
I will for you
And pass em all a mill or two
Im so ill yall might just see me gettin killed in the news
Cuz i gotta keep it a hunnid
You wanna do it i done it
You buzzin cuz you was funded
I struggled up to the summit
F*ck ya bling and ya salary
Livin like human batteries
To keep you blind from reality
Its all a strategy
Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
And while they sit back
Im workin the city to make an impact
Is this rap
I rather not listen cuz all this shit wack
Yall killin the business
Wit ya ignorant gibberish
Yall like political parties i cant tell the difference
Hyped that its get it season
You mighta never believed in
Im up till im boutta faint i be writin instead of sleepin
All these rappers buyin lyrics aint upsettin to me
Cuz if its wack shit you know they didnt get it from me
Puttin on for my city
A pity you couldnt stay
Decided in my committee
You really up in the way
We live the grittier way
Up in the city to stay
Been sayin you gonna make it im boutta live it today
They lying to ya face an im bout the truth
Thats why we shootin these clowns shout out to snoop
They takin ya rights
And thinkin that we aint gonna fight
I gotta dream and imma make it my life
Thats right
Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Late up we livin right
Aint much them ends be tight
They fiendin for the light
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Boutta raise the bar on these bitches
Writer: Jan Santos, Mike Mroz, Zackaria Simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid