Up & At It

Won’t even lie sometime this shit aint right V12 that engine bite Me and all my bruddas live real real different Ironic we still alike Nobody gon steal my baby Steal my money Steal my life So wrong but it feel so raw But it feel so real But it feel so right Uh Keepin it true Aint nothing new Been off the stoop Been off the porch Rappin a sport Trappin a sport Im having a few Im having my way ‘ But back in the day It wasn’t that great Use to scrap for the pay Scrambling making a rack off a play Ripping the pack out the plastic and stack it okay I been stacking Automatic Goin crazy for the Patek Heart on savage Shit a classic How you lose it when you had it 6 o clock on the dot Greg street Up and at it I been down as the ground Nowadays up as attics Lets get paid Lets get paid get paid lets get lets get paid Lets get paid Lets get lets get paid lets get lets get paid Lets get paid Lets get paid Lets get paid Ooh lets get paid Lets get paid Verse 2: I aint gon lie 2nd verse put the low voice on Okay Tryna hold on to the mind but its halfway gone Okay Keepin shit real grow the most when im on my own That facts Pimp c ugk gotta pocket full of stones That’s crack Niggas was thinking we similar how Put on a show and then give em a bow Wanted the girl I was feeling her I gotta get her And dig her And swim in her now Swim like a pool Swim like the nile Swim like a lake A little more bass A little more grace A little more space Couple more candles little more cake I gave it a second lets see just how far we can go Still on the way but got farther to go Yea you my son if I fathered the flow Huh shit Heart full of gold Look at the price and then offer a quote Shit You better sure that its right We so different we nothing alike Feel like thugger a thief in the night Aint no slugging im keeping a pipe I know niggas gone scheme when they bite Rip trouble I came from the struggle I make money double Dont need your advice F*ck it I giver her some shit that she like Won’t even lie sometime this shit aint right V12 that engine bite Me and all my bruddas live real real different Ironic we still alike Nobody gon steal my baby Steal my money Steal my life So wrong but it feel so raw But it feel so real But it feel so right Uh Keepin it true Aint nothing new Been off the stoop Been off the porch Rappin a sport Trappin a sport Im having a few Im having my way ‘ But back in the day It wasn’t that great Use to scrap for the pay Scrambling making a rack off a play Ripping the pack out the plastic and stack it okay I been stacking Automatic Goin crazy for the Patek Heart on savage Shit a classic How you lose it when you had it 6 o clock on the dot Greg street Up and at it I been down as the ground Nowadays up as attics