Shouly - Boys Upstairs lyrics

[Hook x2:] Ain't nothing to it but to f**in do it Stay home tonight because you're rockin with the f**in truest [Chorus: x2] Shoes strapped, who dat? That's the boy with vision and a bottle With a ship in it tryna sink in it, cuz I just can't seem to hit the lotto [Verse 1:] It's a motto never dreamed of hitting lottos If I made it, then I made it no one helped me wit this cargo No one carried me my carload in the Cherokee is ma**ive Someone better check his bar code, from Chicago down to Nablus It's the same fella with on the beat or acapella Since battle rapping in the streets I always dreamed of something better All you snakes in the gra** all you roaches with antenna s It's a doggy dog world, I never hoped to make it better Im just here to get a meal, I mean a mill, get some chedda Food for thought, check the bar and i'm not talking bout Estellas I'm not into clubbing often, I don't mingle with these groups Dunkin on em from a distance like I'm Jordan at the hoop Keeping Jordan in the loop never score unless my troops Get the booty and the booty who am I without my dudes That my squad the shamboys, style so hot you tan boy I chill wit the fans when I can, but youre f**in stan booy [Hook x2:] Ain't nothing to it but to f**in do it Stay home tonight because you're rockin with the f**in truest [Chorus: x2] Shoes strapped, who dat? That's the boy with vision and a bottle With a ship in it tryna sink in it, cuz I just can't seem to hit the lotto [Verse 2:] Bottle of water at hand, hydrate my soul Toast a cup to all the people that hate my flow Called me out on all my flaws, like they ain't got those They just mad that can finally get play my role That was preordained I'm not into this trying to practice I'm following my intuition man I got the talent Tryna better my position and improve my crafting And if it pays then live the lavish like I gots to have it I feel the urge to speak on beefs that I had with homies And all the nights I spent writing like I won a tony But I was underground before I started rapping homie So don't approach me with “the rap has changed you” bad bologne And after years of being quiet had to spare the change And speak my mind on all the names that gotta a little fame I respect whoever did it, I am not ashamed To admit but they should rippid cuz I'm hogging up the lane I was on the moon chillin like the solar crashed I have no time to keep up with your bipolar a** And nothing should be granted to me cuz I said so But I believe I should go get cuz I read so And im with it when the breads low To all the newcomers bread's dough And dough is money , stacks of chedda that we let go To get back even bigger till were bled slow [Hook x2:] Ain't nothing to it but to f**in do it Stay home tonight because youre rockin with the f**in truest [Chorus: x2] Shoes strapped, who that? That's the boy with vision and a bottle With a ship in it tryna sink in it, cuz I just can't seem to hit the lotto