Up AF!

VERSE 1:

I made 20 racks, put it in my bag
Pull up with the gang, shit I put ‘em on my back
I got in the room, I'll be Richie real soon
I swear I just like the view
I feel like Fiddler on the Roof
*I’m up as fuck*

Mama I made it, now I got payments
See the pendant on my chain
I know I ain't famous yet, but it's fate
No escape the way they scream my name
You know I’m forever indebted
The way that you dreaded all my pain
Now I'm 25 with the bag, I'll buy you a bag
And imma buy daddy a range
Ain't nothing the same, except that I love you
And I wanna hug you like everyday day
Now I take ‘em to church, swear we don't deserve you
That's all I can say *I love you mama*
I went ghost like Jaden
Then I came back in a ghost like Jaden, I been saving
Doing what I wanna when I wanna how I wanna
Woah woah woah woah, *I'm up as fuck*

These niggas ain't learn their lesson
I’ve got stocks on stocks, got ventures
I don’t touch that shit, that's pensions
If nobody asking good questions
I be like “bruh get the fuck out my mentions”
I just be working, I don’t be resting
Stacking my M's, I'm the one I invest in, sounding like

Don't waste time, no don’t waste mines
I said I don't need dimes, they're gon' break minds
I mind my stuff baby and they show me love
Like I'm the plug, like I'm the one
Like who want what, they don't want smoke
They don't want bust, yeah
I hold it down like detention
Never go jail, can't fuck with correction
Mama get racks for posting and mentions
We blacking out I ain't talking complexion, sounding like
Don't waste time, no don't waste mines
Like I'm the one, like who want what
They don't want smoke they don't want bust *I'm up as fuck*

VERSE 2:

Uncle Tom is on my line, he said I missed some payments
Now my job is on my line, said “I'm on my paid vacation!” *leave me alone*
Got no time for no more allies, I need reparations
Expirations' due, I'm too impatient
I don't want no explanation, nigga
*I'm up as fuck*, you ran out of luck
She said she in love, I said
“I don't give a fuck!”
She be like “I ain't got no gas”
I said, “I ain't got no place”
She said, “I just want more ass”
I said, “I just want more bass”

VERSE 3:

I got Classics under my belt
And I got classics under my belt
And imma master, I ain't no help
I be looking like “take that shit somewhere else”
I be on my toes, I just do my shows
Then I make my O's, then I feed my flows
Then I teach my bros, Melkavine the regime
Kill ‘em all I kill ‘em off and then I'm off
Like they ain't fucking with my team
And I'm the guy now, never did it like I did it
I'm the illest, I ain't seen it in a minute
I'm the realest, can you feel it?
Don't forget it it, I ain't stopping, I ain't tripping
I ain't dropping till I'm finished
They ain't popping, they ain't pimpin' like
Pepper dem, don't remember dem nigga
I'm the pick of the litter, ain't never dem nigga
I've been killing all these niggas, I'm better than ‘em
They never dead, I kill ‘em again and ag-in and again and a-
They ain't winning, they ain't killing like I'm killing
They ain't topping, they ain't tipping
They ain't knocking, they tripping
They ain't living, they ain't blocking
I ain't missing, imma shooter
Way I'm gripping on the rock like Pippen nigga gone

BIRTHDAY SKIT

It's my birthday, ain't nobody safe
Can't nobody hate, tell ‘em get up out my way
It's my birthday, ain't nobody safe
Ain't nobody hating, tell ‘em I ain't waiting
Birthday, ain't nobody safe
Can't nobody hate, give a fuck ‘bout what they say aye