[Produced by Joey Castellani]

[Hook]
I looked up in the mirror
I gave that shit a look like I’m the man now, man now
They want me to fail, I’m busy feeling myself
Understand that I’m really on the way up, way up, way up, way u-up
And my crew we're on the way up, way up, way up, way u-up

[Verse 1]
Look, denim stains on my Y3 belt bitch
Money made my whole damn self switch
Ain’t like this the shit I take to heaven or hell with
Ain’t from the sea market but my ass getting selfish
Still I’m on the way up, Baby J told me get ignorant
When you play that way too humble dude you just forget to flex
All my high school friends settled for an office job
I’m just here toasting with my team, bitch, mazeltov
Not saying office jobs are not the move
But why settle and not get a job you love to do?
Whole team hella young but bitch we geniuses
Who’s that guy that walked in with a sweatsuit on? He’s the shit
And I bought a steak dinner, fuck your judgement, ho
I see you chilling at the bar with your good eye
I stay in my lane cause I know I’m not the greatest yet
But I done played the bottom role enough times
Way up

[Hook]
I looked up in the mirror
I gave that shit a look like I’m the man now, man now
They want me to fail, I’m busy feeling myself
Understand that I’m really on the way up, way up, way up, way u-up
And my crew we're on the way up, way up, way up, way u-up

[Verse 2]
Real shit, real shit
Word to your mother, man, I’m in this bitch
Made more than all my teachers folding t-shirts
We still keep this room lit up while you hit the switch
Fame came just in, I’m wildin’ like I’m Bieber
Not the richest but I’m acting like it
Gave my balls to this game, call that sacrifices
Oh chilly weather bring you four figure jacket prices
Man, chilly weather brings us hot weather paradises
I mean, I wish it did
Still working and sorting all of my dividends
The silly rapper who secretly ate the Trix for kids
Came up in this game and showed you how much of a bitch you is
Twenty one but I’m acting like I’m in my thirties
Yellow kid but my bitch is Hershey
And my team brought bottles to the house
Fuck the club, we turning up on the couch
Way up, way up
[Hook]
I looked up in the mirror
I gave that shit a look like I’m the man now, man now
They want me to fail, I’m busy feeling myself
Understand that I’m really on the way up, way up, way up, way u-up
And my crew we're on the way up, way up, way up, way u-up