Show Up
Yo Yo
Sit back and watch me fly bitch
I'm steady gettin high bitch
Only the marijah bitch
Sip lean u bound to die bitch
It's not bout gettin fly bitch
Iss about wats inside bitch
Got me a ride or die bitch
And we ain't bout to hide It
Im packin for sure
I'm crackin the door
I'm bout to be inside it
A star in the makin and y'all niggas is Hatin and y'all need to stop it
U lackin for sure
Ya back one the wall
U duck in and dodgin
And i understand how
The shit that i heard from u
Is fuckin garbage
Don't pay attention to the Fakers
Just pay attention to the paper
Gotta get off yo ass
What you think the lord
Gone be yo savior
Don't settle for settlelin
I'm from a residence
Where ain't no talkin
They put Meddlin
Catchin bullets like Julian Edelman
Niggas was shootin
Before they was peddlin
Yea
But i dont know how i got here
Feelin Lost like im in the sauce and I'm facin all of my fears Hold up
Somebody go and get me roll up
Cuz i gotta smoke to get my hopes up
Some guys live to get their hoes up
But I'm on the grind
To get my Doe up
Gotta Show up
Yea
All my niggas bout to get it
All my Niggas really wit it
We ain't ever gonna Miss it
Yea
All my Niggas really wit wit it
We ain't never gonna miss it
Yea, Yea
Sit back and watch me fly bitch
I'm steady gettin high bitch
Only the marijah bitch
Sip lean u bound to die bitch
It's not bout gettin fly bitch
Iss about wats inside bitch
Got me a ride or die bitch
And we ain't bout to hide It
Im packin for sure
I'm crackin the door
I'm bout to be inside it
A star in the makin and y'all niggas is Hatin and y'all need to stop it
U lackin for sure
Ya back one the wall
U duck in and dodgin
And i understand how
The shit that i heard from u
Is fuckin garbage
Don't pay attention to the Fakers
Just pay attention to the paper
Gotta get off yo ass
What you think the lord
Gone be yo savior
Don't settle for settlelin
I'm from a residence
Where ain't no talkin
They put Meddlin
Catchin bullets like Julian Edelman
Niggas was shootin
Before they was peddlin
Yea
But i dont know how i got here
Feelin Lost like im in the sauce and I'm facin all of my fears Hold up
Somebody go and get me roll up
Cuz i gotta smoke to get my hopes up
Some guys live to get their hoes up
But I'm on the grind
To get my Doe up
Gotta Show up
Yea
All my niggas bout to get it
All my Niggas really wit it
We ain't ever gonna Miss it
Yea
All my Niggas really wit wit it
We ain't never gonna miss it
Yea, Yea
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Writer(s): Timothy Henson Jr
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