Stick Up
This life you gotta sit up
Or be victim of a stick up
You think you going bigger
Then he rob you take it all
I know she say love you
She don't love you pretty boy
I'm talking all my shit
It be bouncing off the walls
Listen if you listen
Be yourself be a boss
When you catch the rhythm
Let it flow let it bop
I swear this life a stick up
I ain't worried imma beat it
I knew I was the shit
Ever since I was a fetus
Rip my grandma
Many years she still with us
I can feel her presence
Though her body long withered
Ain't nobody gotchu
So I gotchu go figure
All up in your feelings
The word happy make you snigger
Going through a lot
But you gotta be that nigga
Damn you sold your soul
Homie got you an obligor
When it rains it pours
Gotta show this world some vigor
Know you bound to make it
Spill a bag you get to raking
Lotta people hate you
But they tryna get to taking
Crossing of your list
All these fakers wanna ticket (Tick it)
Hopping on my wagon
Looking icky like they Vicky
Ain't a problem with it
It's expected when you winning
Before you get to spring
You know gotta pass through winter
I had a lotta hobbies and dreams
I had to leave em
I focus on my future
Working on my inner demons
I really hate this system
Got me tight I'm in my feeling yeah
Hold up
There's plenty
Imma be someday ahh
Troubles they coming
Imma be ok ahh
Foot on their necks
At my pace no chaser
Work on my bark
Get it out make paper
Darts in the wind
They can hurt don't play
Many levels left
When you win don't stay
Time to elevate
Tryna eat out new plates
Wanna count me out
Imma get it each day
Tryna drop a verse
So you know I'm steady working
Put a lotta thought
Every word must come out perfect
Had problems with your Dad
At your kids you steady cursing
Cycle keep on going
Your emotions set in motion
Another broken man
He ain't looking for devotion
Now people think he mad
But he know that love is bogus
You working for a bag
Look to heaven steady hoping
Your choking on the struggle
On the pressure but keep going
Pressure make a diamond
Talking VVS
Quite heroic
Niggas out the trenches out the gutters out the suburbs
All a different struggle
And this shit is never regular
I'm feeling like I'm Mordecai
I'm feeling like I'm more than high
Immoralize and normalize
The hustle got no border lines
Always talk your shit
Cause these words they seem to cauterize
Seems like a dream
Looking in the mirror
Thinking how can life be
Or be victim of a stick up
You think you going bigger
Then he rob you take it all
I know she say love you
She don't love you pretty boy
I'm talking all my shit
It be bouncing off the walls
Listen if you listen
Be yourself be a boss
When you catch the rhythm
Let it flow let it bop
I swear this life a stick up
I ain't worried imma beat it
I knew I was the shit
Ever since I was a fetus
Rip my grandma
Many years she still with us
I can feel her presence
Though her body long withered
Ain't nobody gotchu
So I gotchu go figure
All up in your feelings
The word happy make you snigger
Going through a lot
But you gotta be that nigga
Damn you sold your soul
Homie got you an obligor
When it rains it pours
Gotta show this world some vigor
Know you bound to make it
Spill a bag you get to raking
Lotta people hate you
But they tryna get to taking
Crossing of your list
All these fakers wanna ticket (Tick it)
Hopping on my wagon
Looking icky like they Vicky
Ain't a problem with it
It's expected when you winning
Before you get to spring
You know gotta pass through winter
I had a lotta hobbies and dreams
I had to leave em
I focus on my future
Working on my inner demons
I really hate this system
Got me tight I'm in my feeling yeah
Hold up
There's plenty
Imma be someday ahh
Troubles they coming
Imma be ok ahh
Foot on their necks
At my pace no chaser
Work on my bark
Get it out make paper
Darts in the wind
They can hurt don't play
Many levels left
When you win don't stay
Time to elevate
Tryna eat out new plates
Wanna count me out
Imma get it each day
Tryna drop a verse
So you know I'm steady working
Put a lotta thought
Every word must come out perfect
Had problems with your Dad
At your kids you steady cursing
Cycle keep on going
Your emotions set in motion
Another broken man
He ain't looking for devotion
Now people think he mad
But he know that love is bogus
You working for a bag
Look to heaven steady hoping
Your choking on the struggle
On the pressure but keep going
Pressure make a diamond
Talking VVS
Quite heroic
Niggas out the trenches out the gutters out the suburbs
All a different struggle
And this shit is never regular
I'm feeling like I'm Mordecai
I'm feeling like I'm more than high
Immoralize and normalize
The hustle got no border lines
Always talk your shit
Cause these words they seem to cauterize
Seems like a dream
Looking in the mirror
Thinking how can life be
Credits
Writer(s): Oghenovo Ogedegbe
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