Miles Morales

Add it up Bag it up Stack it up Yea yea, you know I gotta Add it up Bag it up Stack it up Yea yea, you know I gotta Add it up Bag it up Stack it up Yea yea, you know I gotta Add it up Bag it up Stack it up What's the nigga equivalent of resting bitch face Cuz I got it and call it my resting get off my dick face The way I'm smoking beats you gotta think the shit laced Cuz only way you writing nice as me is if my shit traced Leaning on my fucking ego like a kickstand All my shots sinking like the whole court quicksand Twist flows, got syllables in the figure four The (W)raps on my head weigh a ton, this nigga Piccolo Bet that nigga thought he ill as me, but no he wasn't Bet ya brother hear ya shit and say you only cousins Watch the fans go global up from only dozens All the bitches fucking with it now like Khloe husband Dancing on the beat like Odell near the goal post The dopest soul spitting with rhythm that never sold dope Goal used to be gain green for gold ropes And enough pairs of Nike airs to make my home float Now I'm older and the flow done gotten colder And I got more shit that POP than Faygo got flavors of soda If you sleeping kick rocks, I'm bull-dozing boulders Every line hit ya mind like you snorted a line of Folgers I told em, on Bounce one time, lemme make it two Do it for those tryna graduate from the 80's hooptie To the Cedes' new, favorite hue, maybe baby blue Top hiding in the trunk, my latest coupe got a Rae(Ray) Carruth(Car-roof) Ugggggh, this shit too gross not to double my net My pen twisted like I'm fixing a troubled cassette I'm... man these niggas don't hear me dog, fuck it Aye the way I'm taking off could humble a jet Even if you don't see my value, I do Anyone that say I ain't the truth, you being lied to Back then they didn't want me, nah that's a lie too I been hot, this just make it times two, I'm feeling like Mood on 10, how you feeling nigga (How you feeling nigga) Steady tryna improve how I'm living nigga (How I'm living nigga) Double then tripling what I'm getting nigga (What I'm getting nigga) Miles Morales, putting checks to the ceiling nigga Yeaaaa, add it up Double that, bag it up Triple that, stack it up You can never have enough When them people think you just talking shit, back it up How they feel when you really make it real, mad as fuck, like Ayyyeeee, add it up Double that, bag it up Triple that, stack it up You can never have enough Man every opportunity is yours, snatch it up Tell the GPS take you to the bank, laugh it up, like Ha ha haa haaaa CapitalSS Yaktown