[Hook]
Got a fam, got a clan, and we out here
Put a nigga in the cut ‘till we up there
Don’t feel alright, and we don’t care
Put a nigga in the cut ‘till we up there
Got a fam, got a clan, and we out here
Put a nigga in the cut ‘till we up there
Don’t feel alright, and we don’t care
Put a nigga in the cut ‘till we up there

Up there I’m just like a comet
Up like the stars – it’s a perfect alignment
Look at me mama, I made some money off ramen
Don’t spend no cash on designer, no
High like my hopes, young K I dm, still doin’ the most [Questionable]
Black like the wave and I serve at the coast
Surf on my fans when I’m killin’ these shows, yeah.
Oh shit, god damn, yeah
Every other city go ham, yeah.
Many young nigga get brands every time I touch down, like I’m in the NFL, yeah.
I’m up like balloons, just like the movie
You know the cartoon?
Up like the prices on gas,
Up like your bitch when I ask where she at
When I’mma smash –

[Hook]

I need love, I need peace
Don’t need drugs to feel free
Still high when you see ‘em
Up there where I be
I need more, not the least
I need hoes, not no lease.
Buh-bye, needed six. [Questionable]
Pay my bills in my (sleep)(dream) [Questionable]

Shout out to Selena, money can’t bang
‘Cuz I’m trying to make change for my everyday people
Talkin’ bout home like I barely get to see it
I be in the dirty like there’s money in the speakers
Call home, now they all wanna see us
First I made a wave, then I made a reason
But still digging ‘cuz a truncheon  cant keep us
Save it all for our boss, like an up while dreamin’

[Hook]

*pause*
Blackwave on the rise, yeah we doin’ fine
Time to pour a drink, not sure what’s fly
That’s usually not me, but it’s on tonight
Steady shootin’ P’s and we outta’ line.
Outta’ sight. Yeah it’s been a while
But for two years I’ve been missin’  life.
Motherfuckers can’t do shit when I rap
I do it for the brand no wit when I crash
Way too fast, but this shit will advance
Up there with the fam, ain’t no shit too fast.

[Hook]

I’m woke as fuck but still reckless, bitch
High as hell, right by the Jetson’s crib
On my ‘addy, that’s where I live.
Cali G with impressive grit.
In the function, with a baddy, rollin’ while two-steppin’ shit.
I go dumb like I get paid, so hoe don’t expect me to quit.
Told my nigga, “Fill my cup, I might get scummy when I’m flexin.’"
Fuck my issues up some mo’, and help make my nights last forever
That’s my weed that smell like must;
That’s my chick that looks like lust;
That’s my song that’s in the club, that got them hoes goin’ dumb.
(singing)

[Outro verse 3]
I cannot define it when it’s da-rk
When the moon will rise we might extinct [Questionable]
Late night, catch me dancing on them stars
We all across the globe just like the stars  [Repeat x1]


[Hook]