G-Scott - 1-Up lyrics

[Verse 1] In Adidas, ride 100 spokes scream, “Adios!” ‘Til a n***a ghost she let me poke, its super soaked Soaked in gasoline reality be my bungee rope Couldn't cut close to any flow that I ever wrote Look how they quote these lifted scriptures I overdosed in a dose of dope Do do-see-do in a field of a hope Another chapter drown sorrows trying to stay afloat Saw I'm starting to bubble aim Hubble you better tell her scope So if I vanilla and f** her out of vendetta you'll know it wasn't a root beer I throw in back of her throat Kick push then coast my clique is the Mafioso You probably shouldn't f** with it probably best that you know so Lucid in my confusion while pigeons and planes be cruising Developing on my style while FSD I'm perusing Mix LSD in my music though I don't do it not stupid they asking for my project like dealer, "I need a GQ Looking at my Frank Mueller it's about that time bumping Jeezy hanging out the window city is mine I mean this crack right? Crack pipe b**hes and lines You know them white stripes jack white bands behind me Hope some fans can find me cause I been dying to live so pump the IV in and hopes that Iovine hears I need my sample clearances or I ain't hearing sh** If they ain't fearing it then you ain't God body n***a [Hook] Yeah baby I been thinking of you Been on top for a minute yeah I'm liking the view High score so it seems like everything I could lose Got a penny for these thoughts, trying to think up a loft Man the fall so hard, hope the landing is soft Light 1UP 1UP, 1UP, 1UP, 1UP 1UP, 1UP, 1UP, 1UP [Verse 2] I keep asking for a break and all I am doing breaking me Faithfully I'm amazed that my n***as still holding faith in me Settle for mediocre or see where music is taking me Last year was a good year but tire of waiting patiently Money circulate, heard you working late? How bout I come thru your section you make it percolate My pockets regurgitate Your pockets on dirt okay Back breaking the beats like disconnecting your vertebrae I wanna trip just see how far the fall is I often trip I guess she see how far I've fallen All these hoes my n***a you ain't gonna fall in? Winter and spring couldn't sum her autumn I've fallen We going all in [Hook] [Verse 3] Back on this b**h like chicks with no a** Lately its been a blur I been moving through life too fast What goes around comes around that's that karma in karma sutra The secret you f** them over exactly how karma suit ya (Yeah) Two bu*ton with a skinny tie Funeral of truth y'all dying just go live a lie They say they balling withdrawing as if they cartoons but you ga**ed up your balling is more like balloons Float I elevated a system which I created A mix of my sober thoughts on nights that I end up faded A child trapped in a world of superficial relations A place were he go hide to put his mind on vacation I welcome you to Los Vegas your highness high on hiatus The new college dropout lately hip-hop degraded My mama still hopping one day I'll reach graduation But nightcaps and gowns make tossing ta**els seem basic Yet we chase it Hope we make it