Tighten Up
Last night I concluded I'm on some new shit
Lookin' at the mirror I'm on some who shit
Cut off my current girl get a new chick
Even the kicks gotta go on my kung fu shit
Lookin' round like this can't be me
Too fly for a bank account wit a blank amount
A lot of trash habits gotta take em out
Falls here so fake friends gotta rake em out
Yeah you gotta leave
Nigga never wanna grind too concerned with 2k and blowing trees
Fuckin' girls that they can't even get
That boy from Philly told ya'll its levels to this
They say your friends are a representation of the future you facin'
So for me it's nathan get the blade we shavin'
Lumberjack Bob chop a nigga from the squad cause he wasn't on his job
Keep my circle tight like chicks with good box
Got the ball rollin' I'ma never stop
Takin hella spots on my way to the top
15 minutes ain't enough I need the whole clock
Can't see my vision you lookin' like a opp
This rap game is the dope game
And ain't nobody ever stepped on my cocaine
Can't settle for that lil' corner I need the whole block
Tighten up niggas wanna lean on me better fall back
I been grindin' all year on my own
When you see me livin' good you know I can afford that
Tighten up get right
I'm already ahead you gotta speed up
Foot down on they neck put a nigga in check
Let em breathe fuck that you know I'ma have to
Tighten up tighten up
You can try but I don't feel the pressure
Tighten up tighten up
Too great to be fuckin' with the lesser
Tighten up tighten up
I'm already ahead you gotta speed up
Foot down on they neck put a nigga in check
Let em breathe fuck that
This morning I decided I'm on some me shit
Cause everybody hands out on some we shit
Tryna climb to the top on my tree shit
So if niggas want a verse I'm on some fee shit
Look around I don't see no comp
Yeah I'm talkin' to you dude niggas is boo-boo
Tryna elevate from feather to heavyweight
Get it right the first time can't afford a second take I ain't into takin' breaks
Chokehold on the industry cause bitch I came from indie
Put on my own dough every last penny
So how you shocked when fat niggas act stingy
I got my game from Dame
You know how to call another man dad I consider you lame
Signed to that major they said you got sauce
Took a trip to your house you livin' real plain
Niggas gettin' jerked for they verse yeah pull up your skirt
I'll take all those royalties all that pub
At least they know your name when you step in the club
Skipped the whole line didn't pay that dub
Them hoes over there tryna show you love
Just don't let them see that damn bank statement
How you goin' platinum still askin' for plug huh
Tighten up niggas wanna lean on me better fall back
I been grindin' all year on my own
When you see me livin' good you know I can afford that
Tighten up get right
I'm already ahead you gotta speed up
Foot down on they neck put a nigga in check
Let em breathe fuck that you know I'ma have to
Tighten up tighten up
You can try but I don't feel the pressure
Tighten up tighten up
Too great to be fuckin' with the lesser
Tighten up tighten up
I'm already ahead you gotta speed up
Foot down on they neck put a nigga in check
Let em breathe fuck that you know I'ma have to
Lookin' at the mirror I'm on some who shit
Cut off my current girl get a new chick
Even the kicks gotta go on my kung fu shit
Lookin' round like this can't be me
Too fly for a bank account wit a blank amount
A lot of trash habits gotta take em out
Falls here so fake friends gotta rake em out
Yeah you gotta leave
Nigga never wanna grind too concerned with 2k and blowing trees
Fuckin' girls that they can't even get
That boy from Philly told ya'll its levels to this
They say your friends are a representation of the future you facin'
So for me it's nathan get the blade we shavin'
Lumberjack Bob chop a nigga from the squad cause he wasn't on his job
Keep my circle tight like chicks with good box
Got the ball rollin' I'ma never stop
Takin hella spots on my way to the top
15 minutes ain't enough I need the whole clock
Can't see my vision you lookin' like a opp
This rap game is the dope game
And ain't nobody ever stepped on my cocaine
Can't settle for that lil' corner I need the whole block
Tighten up niggas wanna lean on me better fall back
I been grindin' all year on my own
When you see me livin' good you know I can afford that
Tighten up get right
I'm already ahead you gotta speed up
Foot down on they neck put a nigga in check
Let em breathe fuck that you know I'ma have to
Tighten up tighten up
You can try but I don't feel the pressure
Tighten up tighten up
Too great to be fuckin' with the lesser
Tighten up tighten up
I'm already ahead you gotta speed up
Foot down on they neck put a nigga in check
Let em breathe fuck that
This morning I decided I'm on some me shit
Cause everybody hands out on some we shit
Tryna climb to the top on my tree shit
So if niggas want a verse I'm on some fee shit
Look around I don't see no comp
Yeah I'm talkin' to you dude niggas is boo-boo
Tryna elevate from feather to heavyweight
Get it right the first time can't afford a second take I ain't into takin' breaks
Chokehold on the industry cause bitch I came from indie
Put on my own dough every last penny
So how you shocked when fat niggas act stingy
I got my game from Dame
You know how to call another man dad I consider you lame
Signed to that major they said you got sauce
Took a trip to your house you livin' real plain
Niggas gettin' jerked for they verse yeah pull up your skirt
I'll take all those royalties all that pub
At least they know your name when you step in the club
Skipped the whole line didn't pay that dub
Them hoes over there tryna show you love
Just don't let them see that damn bank statement
How you goin' platinum still askin' for plug huh
Tighten up niggas wanna lean on me better fall back
I been grindin' all year on my own
When you see me livin' good you know I can afford that
Tighten up get right
I'm already ahead you gotta speed up
Foot down on they neck put a nigga in check
Let em breathe fuck that you know I'ma have to
Tighten up tighten up
You can try but I don't feel the pressure
Tighten up tighten up
Too great to be fuckin' with the lesser
Tighten up tighten up
I'm already ahead you gotta speed up
Foot down on they neck put a nigga in check
Let em breathe fuck that you know I'ma have to
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Writer(s): Bobby James, Jr. Pope, Mitchell Benjamin
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