Up
I feel you watching
Track like a marksmen
But I'm the wrong target
Walk like I talk it
They taking shots
But ain't much that could harm me
5th of Jack under thick smoke
How you kill man who already gone?
I seen it all ain't shocked no more
Be your own boys trying to stop the growth
I bring heat, I expect smoke
Paper skin and glass bones
These the same dudes that want to cast stones
These rappers now so fragile
Ain't no time to waste
Focus on my pay
Always
Know to stay my lane
Y'all be out of place
Always
This my legacy
Shoutout PxK
Self made
How it's s'pose to be
Can't get hold of me
Message at the beep
I be hard to reach
Yet they love to reach, yeah
Why they love to reach?
Outside lookin in
Know you peeping through my blinds
Though I know you won't admit it
You can't keep me off your mind
You were hoping you were up
Must been sleeping the whole time
I cant say that I relate
I been too focused on mine
Let me down, but I'm up now
Peep the bust down
In my bag, got the funds now
They want handouts
Why you mad?
Could have been down
If you stuck around
But instead you rather hate
Then complain that I done changed
Let me down, but I'm up now
Peep the bust down
In my bag, got the funds now
They want handouts
Why you mad?
Could have been down
If you stuck around
But instead you rather hate
Then complain that I done changed up
They swear that they're like this
I swear they got an identity crisis
I've been the coldest
Neck and wrists frozen
Drip turned to ice and
Mood as blue as the faces I'm throwing
But I know they love it, yeah
I know they see all the places I'm going
Made something from nothing
This shit is light work
Tell these artists brighten up
Been through a lot worse
Now I'm on the up and up
All about the bag, yeah
I could care less bout the love
Used to say we up next
Ain't the one who messed it up
Let me down, but I'm up now
Peep the bust down
In my bag, got the funds now
They want handouts
Why you mad?
Could have been down
If you stuck around
But instead you rather hate
Then complain that I done changed
Let me down, but I'm up now
Peep the bust down
In my bag, got the funds now
They want handouts
Why you mad?
Could have been down
If you stuck around
But instead you rather hate
Then complain that I done changed up
Track like a marksmen
But I'm the wrong target
Walk like I talk it
They taking shots
But ain't much that could harm me
5th of Jack under thick smoke
How you kill man who already gone?
I seen it all ain't shocked no more
Be your own boys trying to stop the growth
I bring heat, I expect smoke
Paper skin and glass bones
These the same dudes that want to cast stones
These rappers now so fragile
Ain't no time to waste
Focus on my pay
Always
Know to stay my lane
Y'all be out of place
Always
This my legacy
Shoutout PxK
Self made
How it's s'pose to be
Can't get hold of me
Message at the beep
I be hard to reach
Yet they love to reach, yeah
Why they love to reach?
Outside lookin in
Know you peeping through my blinds
Though I know you won't admit it
You can't keep me off your mind
You were hoping you were up
Must been sleeping the whole time
I cant say that I relate
I been too focused on mine
Let me down, but I'm up now
Peep the bust down
In my bag, got the funds now
They want handouts
Why you mad?
Could have been down
If you stuck around
But instead you rather hate
Then complain that I done changed
Let me down, but I'm up now
Peep the bust down
In my bag, got the funds now
They want handouts
Why you mad?
Could have been down
If you stuck around
But instead you rather hate
Then complain that I done changed up
They swear that they're like this
I swear they got an identity crisis
I've been the coldest
Neck and wrists frozen
Drip turned to ice and
Mood as blue as the faces I'm throwing
But I know they love it, yeah
I know they see all the places I'm going
Made something from nothing
This shit is light work
Tell these artists brighten up
Been through a lot worse
Now I'm on the up and up
All about the bag, yeah
I could care less bout the love
Used to say we up next
Ain't the one who messed it up
Let me down, but I'm up now
Peep the bust down
In my bag, got the funds now
They want handouts
Why you mad?
Could have been down
If you stuck around
But instead you rather hate
Then complain that I done changed
Let me down, but I'm up now
Peep the bust down
In my bag, got the funds now
They want handouts
Why you mad?
Could have been down
If you stuck around
But instead you rather hate
Then complain that I done changed up
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Caraballo
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