Lyrics:
What's Up, Upper Tune?
Hey what's up, what's happening
This morning summer crept up north from the city
To the hamlet houses, up along the hill
of the catastrophe beast cooled
Began by snacking on the panoramic view, the population of people
Every single house so feeble in the mouth of the storm
The needle
That handle sticks on the passenger side
But she don’t mind climbing in on mine ‘cause that’s where she rides
I work the clutch and she shifts
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
bodies on Euson Road
Their outlines softened by the black dust
All was still houses locked and empty , shops closed
But looters had helped themselves
I wanna be rich
So tired of sleeping on the floor
I wanna be rich
There's so much that I want
I wan't a house on the hill and a boat by the lake
Living in Beverly hills
My house made up of dollars and bills
Seeing the world through a diamond lens
My friends no joke they are super rich folks
Well you can wait by the railroad track
Won’t be no trains coming and goin’
You can wait but they won’t be back
Won’t be no trains coming and goin’
The fish who keeps on swimming.
Is the first to chill upstream.
I want your fish right by me.
That's how it has to be.
The songs I sing they
Nigga im in la but im from texas different state
And when i hopped up off that plane
I got checked by the tsa
Cause they said that i looked strange cause
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no
a fucking drive-by
Riggety rolled on them slow in the Cadillac
Silkk behind the wheel, me and King in the pack
Master P in the passenger seat getting
sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
And rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have
along the southbound odyssey the train pulls out of Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms & fields
Passin' graves that have no name, freight yards
bite my style
A futile to the angry youth
I refuse a truce
I'll let loose
In your own booth
Till I'm played around your house
Hear me loud in your
hustle it mi no ramp round
Aye house pon e hill, mommy how that sound
Cyaa tek mi stripe dis yah king yah no drop crown
Me know mi highly favored by
Now I saw my brother on radio hill
Watching the cars roll by
He just stood there tall and still
Like a castle against the sky
At my grandfather's house
Party all over you tryna come meet me,
I’m up in the hills over looking the city,
been poppin some bottles we copped em for free,
All apart
money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't
money is what we on
Ridin' drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't
on this one
How I feel like I'm lit on this one
Bitch I'm lit, niggas hate but I move out the hood
Moving up got a house on the hills
Feeling like I've been
Written by Adedamola Adeniji, Layi B, Abdulwajud Adebiyi, Oluwagbeminiyi Iyanda
Cruising Lagos traffic on another day
Landlord don dey para tentant
in the passenger's seat
All these cars keep passing way too fast
And the people walking by got masks
I feel like I'm frozen while my engine overheats
(The devil is my)
(The devil is my)
The devil is my benefactor
I was off the drugs an hour after
I was in the front
I was in the passenger
I was
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