Fuck It Up

Im really feeling this one No Fr Yea yea K Knovah Listen They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up Ain't no if, ands, or buts Now you stuck Like what, rapping bout only what's real I can make some shit up, but I won't Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt And my bitches we finna go up Make a scene, shoot a clip, and I'll never be done And these Niggas I put em place when they think that they got one on bitches We never get touched If we do yea the whole gang sliding Pop, pop out, no I'm not lying Got the power but I'm not the book or the show Yea I'm smart but I really get violent Grab a pen and some paper, the words flowing out of my mind like a river, Niagara Falling deep in a pit of depression, I burn my self down, come back betta than the last one A phoenix yeah that's what I am, like stars shooting out like a rocket, I'm magma With a mouth so slick one sting to ya body, have you strung out like you got asthma Listen, fucking it up yea that's what I do I got money to touch, I want paper n jewels Want the luxury of waking just to go snooze I don't wanna wake up, if I do I won't lose That's a problem, problem for everyone else Ima take everything get it all for myself And these niggas don't like when I'm popping my shit Better yet they don't like when I'm being myself They don't like when I'm shaking my ass They don't like that I'm hood but I'm keeping my class I don't like when they think that I care I don't like when I walk in the spot n they stare But I like when they all on my body You know my bop, I never been sloppy And they like when im showing my body Might become a stripper n make it a hobby They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up Ain't no if, ands, or buts Now you stuck Like what, rapping bout only what's real I can make some shit up, but I won't Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt These bitches be talkin bout how ima tranny But this bitch a dyke, and she looking real manly EB pronouns He/Him like what? Bitch my pronouns I/Never/Been/Touched Yea my pronouns don't have to do nothing With my rap skills, that pen I be pushin A 100 in a lane where people be puttin in 20 on the table where the f*ck was you looking? Nah, not my way cause I never would settle For less when I know I'd make more if I rebel Against what they say cause they never could meddle With the path laid out, down the road is a medal Real rap, that shit is back Made a whole mixtape where I drilled every track Don't talk, if it's not a fact Cause I'm way too real just to go and react To some shit that ain't adding up It don't make sense I connect all the dots, what I get in the heat of the moment this pressure that's building immense I blow all this shit up, take it as an offense One deep breath, let it go like the wind Close my eyes, ima count up to 10 Lose my cool heat me up like the engine To Change myself, never'll be my intention They been asking, yo Knovah when are you gone switch it up I be telling em, no matter what beat that I hop on you know that I'm gone f*ck it up Ain't no if, ands, or buts Now you stuck Like what, rapping bout only what's real I can make some shit up, but I won't Ima leave that to niggas who claimed that they drilled Down a bitch, knowing that they ain't never got butt