Up2Me
Yeah FL sh
Been broke so much
Don't know too much
Don't hold no grudge
Or hold no crutch
Push that limit
Don't push your luck
Southside
Can't be no dub
Overtown
They show me love
Knew that nigga from muggs
We done came up out the mud
Look like we only fud
Where my money
Ain't sh funny
Came to run it up
Don't feel I done enough
Hope no one call out this bluff
Lemme tell you what it feel like
Betcha' wanna feel like big boss
All up in the bank heights
Know you can't think right
Blink twice you can be up in the blink lights
High Benz like Visine
My passionfruit with Kyrie
Gotta treat the track like a diary
And I'm movin' with it big
But ni wanna try me
Wanna outshine
Blind me
Finally
You can get behind me
Up next
Broke neck
Leave em upset that I don't flex
Gotta chick that fuck with both sex
I'm hopeless
At the end of the day
I'm still hoping
Ocean
Stay focused
Cause the flow sick
Clashing
Like ocean
When I wrote this I was homeless
Never homesick
Cortisone sh
Couldn't even get a boneless chicken
A boneless chick
That a ni knew
From way back since
Talking way back then
Way back when
When a nigga had it
She was the only b just to hold it down
These days I can hold a frown
I can only deal with brown
Liquor sitting in his liver
So illiterate
I'm finna
I done f around bimmer
Real rapper
Born sinner
Had the block hot this winter
I done crashed out the rental
Thank God
I got a life though
Stayed afloat without a lifeboat
Slapping black vitiligo
Snapping back like I'm Micheal
I don't rap for my idols
Yeah
It's honey
Yeah
Look
Yo'
It's really up to me
College sh ain't cut for me
God said good luck to me
These bi really cold dawg
No
Warm up for me
Yeah
It's honeyxbun
And I'm on the beat again
I'm 'bout to go off
Run and tell a friend
Living without a real address
Don't need no stress
A friend told me
She wanna try and be homeless
Yo'
I don't understand
Gyatdamn sh just hit the fan
These bitches don't really care
When you going through it man
A real artist
I do this for my health
Shoutout my momma and Samone
I needed their help cause
Everything is just so different
My life is not magnificent
This pain make me belligerent
These blessings are so heavensent
Gyatdamn
It's really up to me
Gyatdamn
It's really up to me
God said good luck to me
My happiness is
Fighting for a custody
Yo'
Believe it
My pain you can't see it
My art is who I be with and
That's just how I deal with
Good Lord I gotta testify
Good Lord I gotta testify
My cup been extra dry
I been down so low man
Now I gotta get extra high
Been broke so much
Don't know too much
Don't hold no grudge
Or hold no crutch
Push that limit
Don't push your luck
Southside
Can't be no dub
Overtown
They show me love
Knew that nigga from muggs
We done came up out the mud
Look like we only fud
Where my money
Ain't sh funny
Came to run it up
Don't feel I done enough
Hope no one call out this bluff
Lemme tell you what it feel like
Betcha' wanna feel like big boss
All up in the bank heights
Know you can't think right
Blink twice you can be up in the blink lights
High Benz like Visine
My passionfruit with Kyrie
Gotta treat the track like a diary
And I'm movin' with it big
But ni wanna try me
Wanna outshine
Blind me
Finally
You can get behind me
Up next
Broke neck
Leave em upset that I don't flex
Gotta chick that fuck with both sex
I'm hopeless
At the end of the day
I'm still hoping
Ocean
Stay focused
Cause the flow sick
Clashing
Like ocean
When I wrote this I was homeless
Never homesick
Cortisone sh
Couldn't even get a boneless chicken
A boneless chick
That a ni knew
From way back since
Talking way back then
Way back when
When a nigga had it
She was the only b just to hold it down
These days I can hold a frown
I can only deal with brown
Liquor sitting in his liver
So illiterate
I'm finna
I done f around bimmer
Real rapper
Born sinner
Had the block hot this winter
I done crashed out the rental
Thank God
I got a life though
Stayed afloat without a lifeboat
Slapping black vitiligo
Snapping back like I'm Micheal
I don't rap for my idols
Yeah
It's honey
Yeah
Look
Yo'
It's really up to me
College sh ain't cut for me
God said good luck to me
These bi really cold dawg
No
Warm up for me
Yeah
It's honeyxbun
And I'm on the beat again
I'm 'bout to go off
Run and tell a friend
Living without a real address
Don't need no stress
A friend told me
She wanna try and be homeless
Yo'
I don't understand
Gyatdamn sh just hit the fan
These bitches don't really care
When you going through it man
A real artist
I do this for my health
Shoutout my momma and Samone
I needed their help cause
Everything is just so different
My life is not magnificent
This pain make me belligerent
These blessings are so heavensent
Gyatdamn
It's really up to me
Gyatdamn
It's really up to me
God said good luck to me
My happiness is
Fighting for a custody
Yo'
Believe it
My pain you can't see it
My art is who I be with and
That's just how I deal with
Good Lord I gotta testify
Good Lord I gotta testify
My cup been extra dry
I been down so low man
Now I gotta get extra high
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Writer(s): Khalil Solomon
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