Up wit it

F*ck 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 its on then it's on You know it's up with it If its 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 its on then it's on You know it's up with it If its 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 its on then it's on You know it's up with it If its 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 its on then it's on You know it's up with it If its on then it's on You know it's up with it