Up 2 U

[Verse 1:]
I got two jobs, that's two side hustles
I'm moving single, working triple
And I rhyme double
Just did that 7AM until that 9P
But we got studio so you know where to find me
I don't give a fuck about sun up or the sun down
Picks these girls like touch down and playing lines like come round (?)
I've been feeling worn out but I can't catch a Z-Z-Z
I gotta do it over re-re-peat
I've been pinching pennies, nickels out the drawer (?) do this change while he tells me put a smirk
I'm under worked and under paid
Then collect my minimum wage, whip back to the pizzeria
Praying the tips are fat, the green growing like Chia
Clock out and I'll see ya, hit the mic and I'm scheming
Gotta cook up some merch and flip paper like reading
JR been magazining and spending time with my people
I got her looking graphic like NATGEO, believe em'

[Chorus:]
Whip it, whip it, down my east side
Fuck kicking feet high, jump til I touch the moon
Thinking for my shake, you ain't ever have to quake
Lil homie that was up to you, yeah
Whipping down my east side, fuck kicking feet high
Jump til I touch the moon, yeah, ayy
Thinking for my shake, you ain't ever have to quake
Lil homie that was up to you, yeah, uh

[Verse 2:]
Down here for the night
It's a kid with the fire
Whip the toy, yo-the light
It's a land, in Dubai
They say: "Can I just try?"
I have rocks in my hand
Now it's dough in my mind
That's like two different kinds
Let em' diss, no response
And they diss, swear to god
Like your shit do be gay
You could make like a buck off from ten different plays
Or do one fucking show and get paid, ayy, okay
Just make the check out to the boy I bet the tellers will know
I run with animals around me like the fur is in faux
I got these hoes, life, and weird girls on kawaii with the stroke
I need the laser focused on me, I been taking on jokes
You really taking on tokes
You need your light handing up
I send it back to my house
Then I'm light coping it up
I got a fu-fu-fu-fuck
I cannot read what I wrote
Because my hand writing is trash
Okay, not I gotta go (Swag)

[Chorus:]
Whip it, whip it, down my east side
Fuck kicking feet high, jump til I touch the moon
Thinking for my shake, you ain't ever have to quake
Lil homie that was up to you, yeah
Whipping down my east side, fuck kicking feet high
Jump til I touch the moon, yeah, ayy
Thinking for my shake, you ain't ever have to quake
Lil homie that was up to you, yeah, uh