Make it up

Me and my dargs we're really tryna make it up And I be spitting real truth I ain't make it up Careful who you trust cus certain man are fake as f*ck And if I make it up I really made it out the mud My flows are too sick got everybody saying yuck In my lowest point stressing out n chopping bud can't even blame the kid like Giannis I was chasing bucks When I had pennies they were going out and dating up Cruising with a bally on my Kawasaki hitting cattys Sipping on a maggy smoking cali with my laddies Chilling with a baddy from Iraqi got a fatty She can't sleep around so I gotta book a cabby Tryna make it up can't be flipping Krabby Pattys Spotted blue lights told my akhi rev the gaddi I stick to my profits I ain't ever moving chatty Put it in a baggy fly it lizzy only makes me happy I'm bagging n slanging n rapping n trapping Fiends cracking n nagging while im on the beat snapping I been chasing up the bag and I think its become a habit I ain't got no heart but I grew up with some manners I be Hustling everyday I ain't got the time for badders Spotted blue lights on my rear nerve wracking Pants sagging Pray to god I make it happen Violate my bros gotta wrap him Tryna be fly like Aladdin And have a cute lighty w a backend And everytime I tap it hear the clappin If she do the cappin straight gaggin Her backs a rounders but we ain't doing batting Running for the bag I don't mind over-lapping Bruddas test me we can really get it cracking Prolly ___ with the stabbin step back mans coming with the double of that jabbin Me and my dargs we're really tryna make it up And I be spitting real truth I ain't make it up Careful who you trust cus certain man are fake as f*ck And if I make it up I really made it out the mud My flows are too sick got everybody saying yuck In my lowest point stressing out n chopping bud can't even blame the kid like Giannis I was chasing bucks When I had pennies they were going out and dating up Me and bros on the road to a million Tryna stack dem ps w my gs like Kyllian And when my songs do well I know that it's killin em And f*ck the fake hoes on the roads I ain't feelin em Through all the glam and glitter The fake stayin bitter Thought i had faith in my team but the snakes were slicker Thats why I'm pouring liquor N I might sip it up So much hate on the roads why I'm never showin love What I need to show love for? Im tryna make my bread in peace then move out offshore Only got a couple man I trust small circle The rest want checks you ain't checkin me so don't call Ive held it ten toes down till my feet sore Held it down so we can be up like a see saw Don't try to be my bro if I ain't seen you before What you tryna see for is it cus I'm blowing up The moneys been on mind since a child when I was growing up Didnt have it all but its alright cus man we had enough But I wanted more need a kettle for the tough times So I put my heart in the stu when I write rhymes Realest to the core Cant sit back and be poor DND on phone mumzy said I need to call her more But I'm just doing this so you ain't gotta work anymore mummy And I wont stop with the work till we got money Some brothers switched sides and I find it real funny But it's cool Ima do this shit with or without Haters on the net do the most just running their mouth crazy the type of shit they're willing to do for the clout If u aint bro or fam get my name out of your mouth haters can suck out Bag of man I cut out Certain shit I sussed out Your boy ain't got no trust now Wait till I drop some more cus I ain't done enough now Me and my dargs we're really tryna make it up And I be spitting real truth I ain't make it up Careful who you trust cus certain man are fake as f*ck And if I make it up I really made it out the mud My flows are too sick got everybody saying yuck In my lowest point stressing out n chopping bud can't even blame the kid like Giannis I was chasing bucks When I had pennies they were going out and dating up (Musics my way out I ain't got a plan b Tryna stack mad ps find me where the racks be Cant put no trust in you cus I know that the rats speak Shoulda seen a rat when you were eyeing up on my cheese I cant deal with that the hate and all the jealousy Didn't know me then so don't call now like what you telling me Tunnel vision tho I'm just focused on my melodies Ain't got time of day to hate its love for all my enemies)