Climbing (feat. Eli the Prophet)

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Rightful Disciple

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Climbing up climbing up climbing up 
Climb up the ladder success 
Climbing up climbing up climbing up 
Climb your own ladder the best 
Climbing up climbing up climbing up
Climb to the top that's a test 
Climbing up climbing up climbing up
Climb till you're mad at the press 

Climb till you're mad at the press
Actually stressed 
Financials are fine and the wine has a hint of the zest, yuh
Drunk and depressed 
Ya other is cheating no time for the sex, yuh
In love with your ex
Touring the world many girls to impress, yuh
Don't know that I'm blessed
Taking advantage I want nothing less, nah 
No love when I'm dead 
I'm blind to the talent
The voice in my head, yuh
The button won't press
If there is a problem it must be amiss, nah 
Nothing will mesh 
Stuck with the fruits of my labor pissed
That nothing will blend 
So it's probable 
My Picasso flow 
Is not an obstacle 
Conquerable 
Coughin' caught in smoke 
Lost in vogue 
Caught and lost my vote 
That's all she wrote 
Often fought for hope 
Better man before he lost control 
Riddling where the problems go 
Middleman for god and dough
I gotta know
Does momma hold any grudge
For the common foe 
Any drug 
Is a darker road 
Tell me love 
Is the star to hold 
There's many up 
But I marked my goal 
Ante up 
My bars are gold 
Any up 
Will always fold 
Any song 
That I propose 
Untoppable 
2 o's when I start at go 
Fool's gold 
For the Prodigal 
New born with a monster flow 

Comin up comin up comin up
Come up the ladder of success
Comin up comin up comin up
Come up your ladder the best
Comin up comin up comin up
Come to the top that's a test 
Comin up comin up comin up
Come till your mad at the press

Every step I take is getting tough
I was always told it wasn't enough
Was dead broke now getting rich as f*ck
Money on my mind but my feet get stuck
Kick off the chucks
Make my way up
Pass me my grail,
I need my sippy cup
Don't get star struck
About to erupt
All hard work with a hint of luck
We don't give a f*ck 
Disciple called dibs
Picking out haters with chopsticks 
Don't f*ck with pigs 
Only hit rigs 
Roll up fatties 
Backwoods or zigs
Hit it like wiz, 
Joke like biz
Could die off as living legends
But no one listens to a word you say
That's why I'm quiet so my lyrics preach a way

Comin up comin up comin up
There's no reason to stop
Comin up comin up comin up
All these haters on my cock
Comin up comin up comin up
We floatin to the top
Comin up comin up comin up
Down a bottle of VSOP

Watch us arise 
We're the lord of the flies
Gathering supplies till we take our prize
Crispy like my fries no room for compromise
I know I'll be missed so say your goodbyes
Look in my eyes what do you see
A burning flame reaching capacity 
No need to flee
No need to run
Ready to blow the minds of everyone

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