Build Me Up
You break me down
Then you build me up
You break me down
To build me up
You break me down
You break me down
You break me down
To build me up
You break me down
You break me down
They told me I had all the right parts
I thought really I'd last 'cause I'm smart
I thought all of this shit was off merit
But it's not the same when nothing's to inherit
Everyday I hustle I hustle to bone marrow
First one over the hill gets the arrow
Niggas would say we use to be pharos
So my eye is on the sparrow
Never suck it up I always pull up with gut
Big w I never needed good luck
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm always making it work
Rose from the block ya bitches came out the dirt
Tryna break me down I'm hitting back where it hurts
I could press a button and put all ya in a hearse
I believe in god but I cant go to the church
'cause the deacon and the pastor wanna see me off the earth
Just a child of the world with the weight on her shoulders
Only getting heavier as she's getting older
I'm stronger a soldier weapon in the holster
You could throw a stone but what's a pebble to a boulder
You wanna break me down
You wanna take my style
You wanna pick me up then put me back under the ground
I never wanted clout and I never wanted the crown
But I'm the heavy weight when we going the pound for pound
You break me down
To build me up
You break me down
You break me down
You break me down
To build me up
You break me down
You break me down
Then you build me up
You break me down
To build me up
You break me down
You break me down
You break me down
To build me up
You break me down
You break me down
They told me I had all the right parts
I thought really I'd last 'cause I'm smart
I thought all of this shit was off merit
But it's not the same when nothing's to inherit
Everyday I hustle I hustle to bone marrow
First one over the hill gets the arrow
Niggas would say we use to be pharos
So my eye is on the sparrow
Never suck it up I always pull up with gut
Big w I never needed good luck
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm always making it work
Rose from the block ya bitches came out the dirt
Tryna break me down I'm hitting back where it hurts
I could press a button and put all ya in a hearse
I believe in god but I cant go to the church
'cause the deacon and the pastor wanna see me off the earth
Just a child of the world with the weight on her shoulders
Only getting heavier as she's getting older
I'm stronger a soldier weapon in the holster
You could throw a stone but what's a pebble to a boulder
You wanna break me down
You wanna take my style
You wanna pick me up then put me back under the ground
I never wanted clout and I never wanted the crown
But I'm the heavy weight when we going the pound for pound
You break me down
To build me up
You break me down
You break me down
You break me down
To build me up
You break me down
You break me down
Credits
Writer(s): Rose Rayos
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