Lil Poppa — Up It

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Ayy, Lil’ One hit me, say it’s done, I say I owe you one
Told my lil’ cousin I ain’t no star, he said I know you one
She say she never seen real, okay, cool, I’ll show you one
New choppa, this brodie gun and I ain’t talkin ’bout my mama son
Walk up, he ain’t get a chance to run
Leeke was the type that ain’t fall for nothing
‘Cause that young nigga there was go stand for something
Every other night I’m praying for something
Impossible shit, like, «God, can you tell me when granny coming?»
That nigga Corbin was smarter than you think
My cards he playing them for me

Ayy, I hear niggas talking all the time but they ain’t saying nothing
No, we arе not from ’round here, understand us
And I bе feeling cursed, sometimes the devil fuck my plans up
But you just gotta stay on your grind, lil’ nigga, run your bands up
Tonight I might let a fan fuck, shit, if she luck
She trying to cuff, I put my hands up, shit, I don’t trust it
It ain’t nothing, your nigga no longer with you ’cause he ain’t up it
Prolly scared, last time his family seen him he was dead

Now, tell me why I ain’t heard from you girl since last week
I know when you over me, you over me, you wear them shorts that show your ass cheeks
I can’t let you pass me, ayy, you know I roll thoinks and this bitch gassy
Better watch what you pass me
He died typing, DOA, no fighting, better be the last nigga that at me
Certain shit I don’t play about, so be careful ’bout what you ask me
Yeah, this rap shit my passion, but it’s fake as fuck and I ain’t fake enough
Full of haters, I guess I ain’t made enough, if it’s ’bout paper I guess I ain’t made enough
And I been taking all these downers, still can’t sleep, like, it ain’t late enough
Plenty fishes in the sea but silly me, I’m out here chasing her
Like, damn if it can’t be us, ain’t no other way to love
She say I gotta throw away the drugs, I told her you better kill the plug

Ayy, I hear niggas talking all the time but they ain’t saying nothing
No, we are not from ’round here, understand us
And I be feeling cursed, sometimes the devil fuck my plans up
But you just gotta stay on your grind, lil’ nigga, run your bands up
Tonight I might let a fan fuck, shit, if she luck
She trying to cuff, I put my hands up, shit, I don’t trust it
It ain’t nothing, your nigga no longer with you ’cause he ain’t up it
Prolly scared, last time his family seen him he was dead