Way Up Top Quilly (Ft. Every Ave & VodKa)

[Hook: Quilly & Every Ave]

From the bottom way up top
I done moved out of Morton Homes
On my grind, got it on my own
Now these hoes can't leave me alone
And, I just wish you were here my nigga
So you can see it this now
Yeah, I just wish you were here my nigga
So you can this

[Verse 1: Quilly]

Tell these hatin' niggas' "Keep up"
(?) cool out, that heat tucked
They killed my nigga Reef Buck
They killed my cousin Quill Mack, man these streets rough
My name gettin' larger, my son gettin' taller
I move a lil' smarter and I'm goin' a lil harder
Coach put me in the game, fuck the bench, I'm a starter
I was born broke, but I'ma die a baller
Circle gettin' smaller, some niggas' look at me different
Cuz I don't pick up my phone, you niggas' out here fishin'
You bitches wishin' on a star, tryna come up
Like I ain't 1-UP, a nigga run up, he get done up
Grind till the sun up, after school; pick my son up
Pour some lean out for my niggas' and roll a blunt up
You told me that I'd be great
You told me niggas was fake
You told me to keep my foot on the gas and never break
Aw..