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Everything Is Up
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Everything Is Up was discovered most frequently at around 5 seconds into the song during the past week

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[Intro]
Six million ways to die, choose one
[Verse 1]
Seven grams of marathon before I crack a leaf
Only Marley's grabbing sheet
Seat warmers blasting heat
I feel like Master P how **** ask for East
No longer got the hook up
You let 'em eat, watch how they actually feast
Sit 'em at your table, they ain't got no manners
Project baby, it was all from the shoulders before we grabbed the hammer
Busted up my knuckles
Put a cast on it, it was cash on us
Gassed the whip up, hope a cop don't scan it
Cabana couches, Fontainebleau, the real who I salute
I been this way, sick for a minute I need my mama's suit
Chanel bag, compliment her swag, she had to buy the boots
Life just keep approaching with decisions, only I can choose
A lot to lose
Baccarat, Rouge fragrance, we poppin' Veuve
I'm troublesome, thinkin' bout other shit like what Paca proved
Before Kai Cenat, I was hustlin' to keep my Casa cool
White and blue diamonds remind these **** of Clase Azul
[PreChorus]
To anybody that hate it, I pull up in the latest
These pictures, I gotta paint em', homies turned into strangers
Never catch me complainin', I'm blessed and highly favored
Came a long way from watchin' my mom to stressin' to pay rent
[Chorus]
Now nothin' we do is basic, everything is up
Nothin' we do is basic, everything is up
Now nothin' we do is basic, everything is up
Everything is up
Everything is up
Everything is up
[Verse 2]
I'm from blocks that still hustle I'm only talkin' classic enough
My first passion was nights with the air bubble
They happened to catch one side of your life, don't see a struggle
So I never take nobody advice on bein' humble
My drama-packed life, travel back to my non-tax ****
My life a movie, that's unfit for IMAX theaters
So many chickens on the scale, they tryin' to contact PETA
I stash guns in the crib and she ain't mind that either
But where was y'all when indictments came?
I was serving, still learning the price of fame
Trying to price a chain
Now, the check's clear before I write my name
Ah, the truth hurt, but **** like the pain
[PreChorus]
To anybody that hate it, I pull up in the latest
These pictures, I gotta paint em', homies turned into strangers
Never catch me complainin', I'm blessed and highly favored
Came a long way from watchin' my mother stressin' to pay rent
[Chorus]
Now nothin' we do is basic, everything is up
Nothin' we do is basic, everything is up
Now nothin' we do is basic, everything is up
Everything is up
Everything is up
Everything is up, up
Written by: David Brewster, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Rory William Quigley
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