Give Me a Sec

[PART I]

[Verse 1]
You gotta run ya own race
Nigga i’m always down to give a hand but you gotta get ya own cake
I’m weary I had a long day, tearing up as the song play
I spit the shit everybody be thinking they think it but never gon say
Came to take it was never gon pay
She like “imma pull up, ay where you stay”
Coop got Wock in his cup he on his way
I don’t rock wit no nuts my niggas made
I was tryna save up but couldn’t save
Niggas used to be fresh I couldn’t, Niggas used to be fresh I couldn’t bathe
It was rap after rap I fucking slayed, if she can’t get a wack she fucking crazy
Think she gon hit me back she boutta shape
I said pass me the gat I’m boutta spray
I’m Uptop and i’m good that’s til this day
Jordan Taxis got black and white today
Haters @ me I let em type away
Bitch is aggy she thought i’d wife today
I get happy I’m living life okay, aw shit I had to light the J
Jordan Taxis got black and white today
Haters @ me I let em type away
I’m Uptop and i’m good that’s til this day
I said pass me the gat I’m boutta spray

[Verse 2]
I tried to rush it but I couldn’t rush it, I fell wit no crutches I suffered and suffered
Moving in bunches we all just want justice the cops they just pulled up, called back up, they cuffed eem
Niggas can’t fool me I’m crafty I hustled
Used to get shrimp rolls with duck sauce and mustard
I used to get guzzlers wit the Ruffles
223’s better back up we don’t scuffle
What you need, I got it all yall in trouble
Off the P’s niggas is quitting they subbing
Damn I won’t take brodi back cause I love him
Shit I can’t take brodi back cause he buggin
Me and Dre had all them racks we was running
Live in the trap I was thuggin
Off-ing the pack I was fronting, right at yall neck man i’m coming
On to the next and she frontin, i’m boutta check i’m 100
Hopped off the step wit a onion, I know im blessed and i’m on it
Give me a sec and i’m on it, I know i’m blessed
But I know i’m blessed and i’m on it, said give me a sec and i’m on it
[outro]
Give me a sec (x4)
I said give me a sec (x11)

[Part II]

[Verse 3]
I know i’m out of my (yea) I know i’m out of it (real talk)
I know i’m out of my (cmon) I know i’m out of it (i mean)
I know i’m out of my (damn) I know i’m out (straight up)
I know i’m out of my mind, a hour ago I heard Caliber died
A hour ago I had words with my mom, it ended off good we both hurting inside
I wish she’d meet me halfway and just try, nobody perfect so all in due time
That was my crib where we held out the 9s, switching sneaks wit me yes shows that was Wan
Pass off them joints they was fresher than mine, since I lost my hunger want seconds this time
Never mind she wanna check if I bombed, since I came out been a threat fuck you blind
I don’t know what to expect in this lime-light, keep that shit..then I grind
All of these hoes tryna fuck cause I rhyme nice, deep down I know they all kinds
Deep down I know the want be baby moms, see all your goals and they see how you grind
They see potential and see dollar signs, when it get slow shit I go back to crying
I don’t know what to..do on [?] nights