Up It

Ay, ay, lil' one hit me, say it's done, I say I owe you one

Told my lil' cousin I ain't no star, he said, I know you one

She say she never seen real, okay, cool, I'll show you one

New chopper, this brodie gun, and I ain't talkin' bout my mama, son

Walk up, he ain't get a chance to run

ALeeke was the type that ain't fall for nothing

'Cause that young **** there was gon' stand for something

Every other night, I'm praying for something

Impossible shit like, God, can you tell me when Granny coming?

That ****, Corbin, was smarter than you think, my cards, he playing them for me

Ay, I hear **** talking all the time, but they ain't saying nothing

No, we are not from round here, might be hard to understand us

And I be feeling cursed, sometimes the Devil fuck my plans up

But you just gotta stay on your grind, lil' ****, run your bands up

Tonight I might let a fan fuck, shit, if she lucky

She trying to cuff, I put my hands up, shit, I don't trust it

And he ain't nothing, **** no longer with you 'cause he ain't up it

Prolly scared, last time his family seen him, he was dead

Now, tell me why I ain't heard from you, girl, since last week

I know when you over, you wear them shorts that show your ass cheeks

I can't let you pass me, ay, you know I roll thoinks and this bitch gassy

Better watch what you pass me

He died typing DOA, no fighting, better be the last **** that at me

Certain shit I don't play about, so be careful 'bout what you ask me

Yeah, this rap shit my passion, but it's fake as fuck, and I ain't fake enough

Full of haters, I guess I don't hate enough

If it's 'bout paper, I guess I ain't made enough

And I been taking all these downers, still can't sleep like it ain't late enough

Plenty fishes in the sea, but, silly me, I'm out here chasing her

Like, damn, if it can't be us, ain't no other way to love

She say I gotta throw away the drugs, I told her you better kill the plug

Ay, I hear **** talking all the time, but they ain't saying nothing

No, we are not from round here, might be hard to understand us

And I be feeling cursed, sometimes the Devil fuck my plans up

But you just gotta stay on your grind, lil' ****, run your bands up

Tonight I might let a fan fuck, shit, if she lucky

She trying to cuff, I put my hands up, shit, I don't trust it

And he ain't nothing, **** no longer with you 'cause he ain't up it

Prolly scared, last time his family seen, him he was dead