Up All Night

Flet, flet, flet

Long live my brother

Double 0, Glizzy

Guilty Jeans (Flet, flet, flet)

I’m in album mode (Flet, flet, flet)

Tape on the way

I been up all night but this ain’t ‘bout no bitch

On a hit tryna stalk my man out

Got this shit out the mud with no handout

Used to be broke as a bitch, I’m the man now

**** speak with yo’ chest, tryna beef on the ‘net

But in public, he see me, he fanned out

Got on my shit, what they saying now?

Posed to be dead or in jail, it ain’t go how they planned out

I ain’t seen my brother in five years

Think ‘bout my ****, it’s hard not to shed tears

I’m a star, I don’t know how I made it this far

All the shit I done did, should’ve been killed

Ride the rearview view but they might send shots through my windshield

Gotta stay on my feet, I can’t sit still

Shit I seen as a teen make the difference between me and them ‘cause them boys would’ve been squealed

Thank the Lord that I’m still here

Think ‘bout cash switching, I was the one took that bad pill

Mom telling me “Focus on rap,” but my heart telling me to suit up for one last drill

Got my life at a standstill

Like go get that last kill or go get that record deal

Lost my brothers, that pain it’ll never heal

Cut off my legs, promise I’ma be stepping still

I been up all night but this ain’t ‘bout no bitch

On a hit tryna stalk my man out

Got this shit out the mud with no handout

Used to be broke as a bitch, I’m the man now

**** speak with yo’ chest, tryna beef on the ‘net

But in public, he see me, he fanned out

Got on my shit, what they saying now?

Posed to be dead or in jail, it ain’t go how they planned out