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

**** 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 **** gone scheme when they bite

Rip trouble I came from the struggle

I make money double

Dont need your advice

Fuck 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