Ground Up Lyrics - Domo Genesis

I could never be a facade, that's just living in disguise 

I'm only speaking what I'm envisioning in my eyes 

Even Stevie seen the ribbon in the sky 

So I'm focused on the prize 

The real on the rise, I'm getting high 

And these niggas say they fly, but I got a piece of mind 

Fuck the lies - I'm still the fucking man behind the pride 

I'm just happy I'm alive - crack a bottle to that 

Young nigga, big picture with the models to match 

Young ladies that we slay and we don't follow them back 

And long flights, so excited, I won't bother to nap 

Yea I made it huh, yea I guess to the average man 

Not a stroke of luck, fuck the game cause I had a plan 

Can't be a king if you got a castle made of sand 

I take it bit by bit - I'mma make it stand 

These niggas never had a chance 

Snowball effect, keep it rolling, make it avalanche 

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Don't know why they hating on me 

To fall, it's like they waiting on me 

They told me that's they way it's gon' be 

Everything you see, I did it on my own 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

And homie I ain't ever gon' change 

No matter how much money I make 

And n'an nigga put me in the game 

Everything you see, I did it on my own 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

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Hold up, know that I'm fly if I'mma show up 

Don't gotta roll, the joint already rolled up 

The Bombay and Simply already po'ed up 

They let us all in simply cause they know us 

And count so much Benjies, them shits can't fold up 

'Member niggas used to just want a Motorola 

Now we order motors from overseas with manuals we can't even read 

You claiming you this high, I fly where you can't even see 

The wintertime get cold, couple hours I change the degrees 

Hater please, leather jacket, gator sleeves 

Blowing all of mine, you taking all your time and saving trees 

All the realest 'round me down to rep the gang with me 

Heard I'm on my grind, it's going down, they taking knees 

I'm still blazing weed, going places, making cheese 

And tryna keep these critics out my hair 

Well not really cause I hear them talk, but really I don't care 

All buds inclusive, all my cars exclusive 

Runways and high grade pot music 

Don't know why they hating on me 

To fall, it's like they waiting on me 

They told me that's they way it's gon' be 

Everything you see, I did it on my own 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

And homie I ain't ever gon' change 

No matter how much money I make 

And n'an nigga put me in the game 

Everything you see, I did it on my own 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh