Way Up (G.O.M. Remix)

Bizzle & Bumps INF & Jered Sanders & Datin & Selah the Corner - Rap, Remix
Way Up (G.O.M. Remix)
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[Intro: Datin] We take it way up Higher than NASA off on a launch and lift Off into the dark abyss Past the stars where the martians live Never will these archers miss Their mark, you see, the darts we spit Have sharpened tips We aim for the heart and hit what our target is Like an arsonist Lighting a match up and then tossing it Onto gasoline, we're torching this Homie, of course it's lit Like Rick James on Eddie Murphy's couch Screaming out "Darkness is" With no remorse, we kick that grime In this pond, we are shark to fish [Verse 1: Bizzle] G.O.M., this is a remix Get a beat, flip, rip it to pieces Get a seat, we up in the winners' suite Finna eat, we sitting with Jesus Dropping it for the God-risen He alive, living in the midst of the people Try me, and if you're not feeling it Then bob really, I ain't feeling you either Whether or not you feel it I'm not forgetting What God has given to me I could be locked up, end up inside the prison And not to visit or preach God-willing, I'ma give them the gospel, 'til I'm not In position to speak You can knock it, but I'ma rock with the Rock And I'm not missing the beat, listen to me Dog, I was up in Walmart With a scan gun for the canned goods I could rap good, but I did what I could For the fam, that's manhood Quit looking for the quick lick Told God if You're not with it, I'd quit this That's when He told me "No You just go and be lit, lit" I been on the road Doing shows ever since then Tell em what I know Pray their souls'd get lifted Messing with the flow But the goal is repentance Never get it twisted (Yeah) [Pre-Chorus: Bizzle] Daddy let me loose They gotta move Bishop with the burner, baby I got the juice They hating on my team 'Cause we the truth Won't He do it And we the proof [Chorus: Bizzle] We gon' take 'em Way, way, way, way, way, way Way, way, way, way, way, way up (Way, way, way up) (Way, way, way up) Way, way, way, way, way, way Way, way, way, way, way, way up (Way, way, way up) (Way, way, way up) [Verse 2: Selah the Corner] I ain't really with the back talk, homie But you know that I'ma talk back You ain't pitching, you could balk back You ain't got a ride, you could walk back Ayy, we need to get the salt back Dark rap make the blackboard And if you ain't teaching from the Most High Lil' homie, you could get a chalk back Homie, I could never go back I was down in the gutter, man Low, low, in a dark place Oh thank God, He the Prozac Everybody gotta raise up Knees down, and the praise up Lock down, homie, stay up Tell 'em all that there's a way up [Verse 3: Bumps INF] The blood, we covered by it Speaking up when everyone is silent Think we don't, man, y'all confused We be dropping jewels like a drunken pirate Showin' up to parties uninvited With the Sunday fire I be praising God with Prolly leaving everyone inspired, if Their spirit's any higher, they would mosh pit We don't really want that, do we? Man, I never cared what the haters say Y'all tripping, my sauce dripping Like a winnin' coach bathed in the Gatorade Ooh, flame in the 808 Straight propane, lemme demonstrate Put fire to the beat And do the same thing Eminem and Jay did to "Renegade" [Verse 4: Jered Sanders] Look up (Look up!) Man, look at what our God cooked up (Woo) Coulda took us with a beam and a touch But, no, good God, that's mean in the clutch Teaming it up with a rough punch And I don't play game like putt putt (Swing) Gotta let God be the gut punch He's running the play like hut, hut If you really tryna have a dust up Tuck your pride and recognize we're just us Plus, the Mighty Hand of God a rough gust Swinging with your might'll get your bust up Tryna hurt the kid'll get you roughed up Like Paul and Silas 'til I'm in the coffin, virus Benefit righteous, feeling it, living it Pious, Biased [Pre-Chorus: Bizzle & Jered Sanders] Daddy let me loose They gotta move Bishop with the burner, baby I got the juice They hating on my team 'Cause we the truth Won't He do it And we the proof [Chorus: Bizzle] We gon' take 'em Way, way, way, way, way, way Way, way, way, way, way, way up (Way, way, way up) (Way, way, way up) Way, way, way, way, way, way Way, way, way, way, way, way up (Way, way, way up) (Way, way, way up)
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Credits
- Writers
- The Cratez
- Selah the Corner
- Bumps INF
- Jered Sanders
- Datin
- Bizzle