Only Way Up

We set them presidents
To get them presidents
Over the ones that are dead
We'll put guns to your head
Put dots on your loaf like
You was wonder the bread
Sheek, Zeke, Hell Rell
And I got some in the Feds
I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit
Them bugs by my bed
They still thinkin' that we
Coppin' sellin raw
Tryin' to put us through them
Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm in LA the top down the pedals floored
Wit a hot stiletto whore
Suck my cock tell the law
For all you faggots I see
Past all your cheap stares
Nowadays I see my past from a beach chair
I the fellin' so relaxed
And refreshin' when chillin'
A total change from movin crack off
The steps of the buildin's
Rollin wit gangs in the back of
The ' jects where the killin'
In Park Ave where young Chris body found
A number is all to add to task body count
Watch it boy they'll show you
How that shotty bounce, bounce

I'm the most incredible, to ever do
What you cats'll never do, or be able to
I'm ahead of you, cause I
Spit like I never ate
And if I did then I'm just never full
Stop the ho jokes, I'm not a homo
Better believe I'll cock the 4-4
I ain't Mexican, but I'll stretch your man
Yes I am a fuckin' vato loco
I went from the pot with cocoa
To the block with cocoa to gettin' locked
Catchin' a charge dealin' wit
The cops and cocoa
Now I'm just hot like cocoa
You can catch me on the block, being watched
In a drop the same color as chocolate cocoa
I done walked in the street
With so much raw in my sneaks
God dam, got home and had corns on my feet
I see the lord when I sleep
And often he speaks
He says Juelz you better than
All of these creeps
So I got all my shit light
Got on my shit right
Not a lot of thems this nice
But the games funny so I gotta do shit right
So to the ball drop, and the world blow up
I'm a twirl shit up
Until my peeps come home, Zeke come home
Better believe I'm a keep on beastin' on

Where should I began our pompous
A thousand wins accomplished
Known throughout the atlas
Honest been accomplished you'll be abolished
Men, children, women astonished
The Don is the one, jewelry way beyond it
Chunky blessed on the chest
Funky S when I dress thunder storm damn
Monkey wrenching' her fresh
But I cope wit the rain, mad
I can't float with my dame
Down to the coastal wit caine
Maine, my boat is a plane
I land on the water, here I go boastin' again
I keep toast, give a toast
Inhale smoke for the pain
Girls gone wild, nope they goin' insane
All doped off the fame
Jump rope with my chain
Now thats off the chain
Ma take off your chain
The 40 will off your brain
Kids will be lost and claimed
Cause of Walton James, now in the orphan game
Whether adoption or foster it's all the same
Jim's the rider of riders
JR's the writer of writers
Juelz you know him well
Hell he the fire of fire
I'm the supplier, baffled thats the hustler
Trife got a knife for that
Apple inside your jugular
The Big Apple, I tackle all the customers
Put it on the apple at the castle
Come and fuck with us
And further more, got the birds of raw
I deserve a tour
Hey, hey holla' back, swallow that
Thats murda' whore
In a Persian turban, swervin'
That Suburban mergein', curvin'
Herb in the air yeah, yeah I'm hurtin y'all
See I crash and cop it, mash and mop it
Blast a rocket
Natural born hustler, yeah crack I stocked it
Now my drugs are legal
So just pass the profit
Three months alone Sizzurp will
Smash the ' Notic
We them B boys in one year a quarter billion
Here come the clothin' line
I got your order children
And thats more than illin'
Long as the Lord is willin'
I'm a pour in millions, so applaud a villain
Killa