Right Above It (Clean Version)

Kane is in the building

Now tell me how you love it
You know you’re at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on, ’cause we on

Who else really tryna **** with Hollywood Cole? I’m with Marley G bro
Flyin’ Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I wanna tell you somethin’ that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow, and uh

My real friends never hearin’ from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That’s why I pick and choose, I don’t get **** confused
I got a small circle, I’m not with different crews

We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don’t like my women single, I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club, and all them ******* find a pole
Plus I been sippin’, so this **** is movin’ kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it’s time to go

Now tell me how you love it
You know you’re at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money ************
If you ain’t runnin’ with it, run from it ************, alright
Now somebody show some money in this *****
And I got my B’s with me like some honey in this *****, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boot purse
And I don’t bust back because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I’m in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a ****, ᙭-Games
Guns turn you boys into *******, *** change

And I smoked ’til I got chest pains
And you ****** know I rep my gang like Jesse James
Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the ******’ plane

Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I’m just playin’ in the sand

Uh, wake up and smell the *****
You ****** can’t see me, but never overlook me
I’m on a paper trail, it ain’t no tellin’ where it took me
Yeah, and I ain’t a killer but don’t push me

Now tell me how you love it
You know you’re at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money ************
If you ain’t runnin’ with it, run from it ************, alright
Now somebody show some money in this *****
And I got my B’s with me like some honey in this *****, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boot purse
And I don’t bust back because I shoot first

Uh
How do he say what’s never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that ***** look better red
Limpin’ off tour ’cause I made more off my second leg
************’ Birdman Junior, 11th Grade

Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, you ****** in apartments

Uh, now-now c’mon be my blood donor
Flow so nice, you ain’t gotta put a rug on her
Do it big and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled at?
From where they make gumbo at?

Kane got the ******’ beat jumpin’ like a jumping jack
And you know me, I get on this ***** and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I’m the heart of that, ***** nothin’ short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat
Uh

Now tell me how you love it
You know you’re at the top when only heaven’s right above it
We on
It’s Young Money ************
If you ain’t runnin’ with it, run from it ************, alright
Now somebody show some money in this ***** (yeah)
And I got my B’s with me like some honey in this *****, ya dig? (Suwoo)
And I got my gun in my boot purse (five star)
And I don’t bust back because I shoot first (yeah) (alright)

Yeah
We on
Young Mu-, Young Mula, baby