Locked In
I built this s from the dirt
I came up from the mud to the money
Took a lil time for it so anti s a joke
Yeah ain't s funny my nigga
I ran it up from the mud and you bet i hadda clean up that money
When the s got dirty
Folding it up
Tuck in pants i got this s on me i'm holding it up u ain't stickie me up boy
Im blicking you up you see black in my eyes
And I see red so if a n wanna try me then he finna die
Sitting on cash hold up i told her sip my syrup soda
Hit her once she act like she in love but she not
Just hit me and my gang up whatever you need you know we got it
Hold up
Put it on my dead body
Just got a new piece so i'm probably moving deadly riding
She wan get the key to my heart well she can forget about
You can heart the beating of my heart it sounds like cogs turning
S sounds like the clocks ticking
Whole scene, turn they heads when i come walking in
Dope fiends treat this s like protein
Lil n reup on a oz and think they bulking
My n got hulk genes, big body no bullshitting leave you soaking
They gone have to clean these streets up with soap
Lost dad to the crack lost dad to the coke lost dad to the smoke
Tapped in wit my blood locked in a 9
Locked in on a pole
I hadda break beef down let these lil n
It ain't beat down season its creep up season
I built this s from the dirt
I came up from the mud to the money
Took a lil time for it so anti s a joke
Yeah aint s funny my n
I ran it up from the mud and you bet i hadda clean up that money
When the s got dirt
Folding it up
Tuck in pants i got this s on me i'm holding it up you ain't stickie me up boy
Im blicking you up you see black in my eyes
And i see red so if a n wanna try me then he finna die
A n always strapped you know i gotta take precautions
She lookin at me backwards
I told her if she don't vibe with me then she can go back
I can find someone i don't know to show me more love then that b
She lookin at me backwards got me questioning myself
I told her relax you pushing me away cuz self hate just ain't an attractive trait
Girl you wanna slide thru
You finna have to catch that train, bus, uber
Cuz i done already trained and busted my a to get where i'm at
And n that's the truth
I came up from the mud to the money
Took a lil time for it so anti s a joke
Yeah ain't s funny my nigga
I ran it up from the mud and you bet i hadda clean up that money
When the s got dirty
Folding it up
Tuck in pants i got this s on me i'm holding it up u ain't stickie me up boy
Im blicking you up you see black in my eyes
And I see red so if a n wanna try me then he finna die
Sitting on cash hold up i told her sip my syrup soda
Hit her once she act like she in love but she not
Just hit me and my gang up whatever you need you know we got it
Hold up
Put it on my dead body
Just got a new piece so i'm probably moving deadly riding
She wan get the key to my heart well she can forget about
You can heart the beating of my heart it sounds like cogs turning
S sounds like the clocks ticking
Whole scene, turn they heads when i come walking in
Dope fiends treat this s like protein
Lil n reup on a oz and think they bulking
My n got hulk genes, big body no bullshitting leave you soaking
They gone have to clean these streets up with soap
Lost dad to the crack lost dad to the coke lost dad to the smoke
Tapped in wit my blood locked in a 9
Locked in on a pole
I hadda break beef down let these lil n
It ain't beat down season its creep up season
I built this s from the dirt
I came up from the mud to the money
Took a lil time for it so anti s a joke
Yeah aint s funny my n
I ran it up from the mud and you bet i hadda clean up that money
When the s got dirt
Folding it up
Tuck in pants i got this s on me i'm holding it up you ain't stickie me up boy
Im blicking you up you see black in my eyes
And i see red so if a n wanna try me then he finna die
A n always strapped you know i gotta take precautions
She lookin at me backwards
I told her if she don't vibe with me then she can go back
I can find someone i don't know to show me more love then that b
She lookin at me backwards got me questioning myself
I told her relax you pushing me away cuz self hate just ain't an attractive trait
Girl you wanna slide thru
You finna have to catch that train, bus, uber
Cuz i done already trained and busted my a to get where i'm at
And n that's the truth
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Writer(s): Tyler Jones
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