Lay Up

Chuck The Duce on the beat Ya know I f*ck on my bitch and we lay up I f*ck on my bitch and we lay up I f*ck on my bitch and we lay up We popping us something to stay up I f*ck on my bitch and we lay up I f*ck on my bitch and we lay up I f*ck on my bitch and we lay up I f*ck on my, f*ck on my, f*ck on my I'm from where the kids hopscotch Hundred feet away, a kid drawn in chalk I'm from where you get no recognition If you doing anything outside the block City talking about who hot But they don't know who popping like Big and Pac Raw with it, never cooked over Really often I'm looked over Dog owners know, kitchen counters Had quick encounters with homies counting On me to make it like down accountants Tough shit, bitch, Ronda Rousey I'm still broke but I rap good My tree lit and that sap should Just bubble up on that Backwood Double up if it's that good I spent all my money on weed (spent all my money) Spent all my money on wax (I spent all my money) I spent all my money on girls But all of my girls had a hell of an ass I done burnt through all of my savings Ran through all of these favors Broken down like an Acer I've been on the streets like pavers (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck) I've been skimming on flip phones Razors, Nextels, Motorola's, old pagers Pre-weighed baggies up in them ceiling tiles To trap right out my mom's basement (yeah) I was listening to Lil Wayne and (yeah) Sipping on that soda (yeah) Tipping on 44s I was still tripping on these hoes (huh) Slipping on these foes (damn) I've been robbed by some of my bros (damn) All of them hit me up for they dro now I guess karma comes and it goes Funny how this shit play out Funny how the world lay out Funny how your bitch stay out Funny how your bitch used to be mine (wow) I got nothing left but this time now Put all of me in these rhymes now And like Popeye's new chicken sandwich Got them waiting on these lines now They wanna see what I'm up to Minding mine in Timbuktu Commenting on my hairdo But didn't on my damn debut I don't even expect, wait Yeah I do, I expect hate How the f*ck I get eight plays I've been at this since eighth grade I don't know, is it algorithms I don't know, should I have been a quitter I done waited until they all gone to sleep And stayed up late like the babysitter Lead & Breakfast Go and get the album I f*ck on my bitch and we lay up I f*ck on my bitch and we lay up We popping us something to stay up Lead & Breakfast Go and get the album I f*ck on my bitch and we lay up I f*ck on my bitch and we lay up I f*ck on my, f*ck on my, yeah Come see us here at the Lead & Breakfast Bring your baddest bitches Bring your hardest drugs Let's get fucked up everybody It's a celebration