Up wit it

Fuck all the pretty shit let's talk about the facts
Ya mom was pussy pop was mouse they made a rat
Don't leave the crib on any day without the Strap
At any moment I could snap and it's a wrap
Man don't be cussing on my line just shoot a text
Been at this shit since crack and forties on the steps
Back when I was smoking beedies for the stress
As I reflect man I can't even get upset
Can't say the same for them ones tryna double back
Won't tell the truth so they make rumors up instead
Small price don't make me put it on ya head
Oh you in ya bag you gone end up in a bag

I go hard for the love of the game love of the money
Hustle hard for the love of the game love for the money
It's on
If it's on then it's on
You know it's up with it
If it's on then it's on
You know it's up with it
Do it all for the love of the game love of the money
Hustle hard for the love of the game love for the money
It's on
If it's on then it's on
You know it's up with it
If it's on then it's on
You know it's up with it

I supercalifragilistic manifest
I hit Neiman I hit Saks and make a mess
What type of time you on
What kind of watch is that
Counted me out I count it up now they upset
I know your doggie want to bone
I make him fetch
Just want the neck then he can exit to the left
I'm in the kitchen cooking up just like the chef
Don't do subliminal hoe say it with ya chest

I go hard for the love of the game love of the money
Hustle hard for the love of the game love for the money
It's on
If it's on then it's on
You know it's up with it
If it's on then it's on
You know it's up with it
Do it all for the love of the game love of the money
Hustle hard for the love of the game love for the money
It's on
If it's on then it's on
You know it's up with it
If it's on then it's on
You know it's up with it